FSE

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--1--

Otis came forward with a fist to Brendan's cheek. Blood sprayed from Brendan's nose and mouth as his body went limp like a ragdoll and spun a hundred and eighty degrees before he fell onto the cobblestone entrance to Pokémon Lover Studios.

Brendan groaned and reached a hand out as Otis limped toward him on his cane, raised it, and struck Brendan in the ribs, making him gasp and curl into a ball. As Otis raised his cane again, a figure climbed about the gnarled branches of the oak tree above, glaring at him. As Otis beat Brendan in the ribs again, making him cry out in pain, their secret watcher's pupils narrowed into slits, her claws unsheathed by reflex, and all conscious thought disappeared.

Otis raised his cane again when a mocha and goldenrod colored blur came from above and slammed him into his shoulder, knocking him down and slashing a claw across his chest.

"G'argh!" Otis screamed. "You fuckers'll pay for this! I'll... wait now... don't do anything rash now. I wasn't gonna kill the boy."

A pair of arms reached beneath Brendan's shoulders and pulled him up to stand. Brendan looked back and forth in confusion, his face slowly clearing as he observed the scene. Otis lay on his back, his black mandarin dress suit torn and bloodied. His cane, bowler hat, and small brass cross-wheel, representing that of Arceus, were thrown to his sides. He turned his head to see Coral behind him, her arms under his shoulders. She released Brendan and took a step toward Otis.

"That's enough Kadabra," Coral said. "Jimmy is safe now."

A female Kadabra, her spoon behind her ear, stood on top of Otis, holding unsheathed claws to his throat while growling and snarling. She immediately turned and sprinted off of Otis toward Brendan, and jumped into his arms. Kadabra wrapped her arms around Brendan's neck and gave a long, loving lick from his neck to his temple. Brendan sighed and closed his eyes at the affection.

"Kadabra," she whispered sadly into Brendan's ear.

Otis grabbed his bowler hat and struggled to stand as he put it on. He put all his weight on his right leg and clutched his bleeding chest with both hands. He snarled at Brendan, Coral, and Kadabra, who all glared back calmly.

"I have everything I need now," Otis said. "I can charge you with assault and battery, possibly attempted murder. I can shut down this whole fucking estate now that you attacked me outside the front gate."

"The Fuchsia Estate and Pokémon Sanctuary property doesn't end at the gate," Coral said. "It ends at the street. You attacked my employee on my own property, meaning we all were in the right, including Kadabra. In fact, we can charge you with assault and battery."

Kadabra hugged Brendan tighter and snarled at Otis. Otis snarled back and knelt on his right foot, the other laying limp on the ground, to grab his cane and pin his cross-wheel back on his coat. He winced and struggled to stand, and slowly backed away from the three who confronted him.

"You just wait," Otis whispered. "You can't escape the judgment of Arceus. No Pokémon fucking heretic can escape the judgment of Arceus. You'll see."

Otis limped away on his cane, still clutching his bleeding chest as Brendan, Coral, and Kadabra watched in relief.

"Who was that guy?" Brendan asked.

"His name's Garth, and he's a pest is who he is," Coral answered. "And it sure as hell doesn't help that my Gardevoir broke his kneecap after he attacked me in my own office."

Still holding Kadabra, Brendan wiped his bleeding nose and lip on his shoulder. Coral turned toward him and raised an eyebrow.

"Damn Jimmy," Coral said, "He gave you a hell of a beating. I'll take you to my room. Kadabra'll have you fixed up in no time."

"And, cut!" shouted the curly black haired, crooked toothed, scruffy sound guy/director in his faded blue jeans and white tee shirt. He placed his sound pole on the ground and stood back up to lean back and cracked his sternum.

Brendan turned his head to the side and spat two blood capsules out of his mouth. He blew his nose, expelling the pierced capsule in his left nostril. Brendan winced, grimaced, and spat fake blood on the ground several more times before there was too little left to spit.

"Fuckin-a Coral! This shit tastes worse than Nyquil!" Brendan wheezed. He rubbed his right side with his elbow. "And despite what you promised me, that rubber cane really did hurt like a bitch."

Kadabra giggled under her breath at Brendan's show, even more dramatic than what he put on for the camera.

Coral bent her shoulders back and slipped out of her black silk long coat, into her red tank top and knee length skirt. She tossed the coat to the sound guy/director and turned back to Brendan with crossed arms. "I'm paying you twenty grand for this, aren't I? I think you can tuff it out."

"You know, that scene was really interesting and stuff, but when do we get to the smut?"

Brendan flinched and briefly hugged Kadabra tighter. He looked behind him. All others calmly shifted their gaze to the girl in the dark jeans and hoodie, sitting, leaning forward, with her hands on her knees, on a metal fold-out chair.

"I'm running a business Flora," Coral said. "I'm not changing my shooting schedule just for you."

Flora sneered on one side of her mouth, but bit her lip and didn't say anything. She knew, despite Coral's rudeness, that she probably shouldn't argue with someone so powerful.

Otis walked back onto the cobblestone gateway, with no limp or pain. He pulled at his blazer with both hands, pulling open its Velcro straps, widening its tares until the blazer fell to pieces on the ground. He pulled off a strip of bubble wrap--its broken bubbles filled with fake blood--taped to his shirt, and dropped it as well. Several assistants came up behind him with plastic bags and hoses to pick up all the trash and spray the fake blood from the gateway.

Otis sat in a metal fold-out chair next to Flora and rested his cheek on a fist, elbow on leg. "Don't worry. We're setting up for the smut right now. We'll be shooting in half an hour."

--2--

That memory played out in my head over and over again as I lay in bed in Coral's room, or at least what Coral called her room, waiting for the crew to finish setting up. Everyone there seemed to treat the entire previous shot as if it were nothing out of the ordinary. Maybe it was because only Coral, Otis, and I knew what it was based on, but even they acted as if that incident never happened, and that what they filmed was complete fiction.

I didn't think it was a good idea... in retrospect that is. So, typically of me, I didn't even realize until a few minutes ago that basing a scene off that priest assaulting me may have been unwise. Coral couldn't have had a fucking clue that it might not have been the best idea. I know she's smart enough not to have done that if she did know. If she knew, then she'd know that priest would eventually find out about that scene. All it would do is provoke him. And there's no way in hell Coral would actually want to do that! I'll have to bring it up to her after the day's work.

In the meantime, I'm lying here, reading the script for the next scene for the fifty seventh time as the crew sets up. There's one part of this script that I don't understand. Jimmy Finn is supposed to fall asleep in the middle of the scene, and I just assumed that meant I would act the part. But no matter how many times I read it, it didn't make any sense. Right next to the cue for me falling asleep, Coral hand-scribbled a message saying, 'this part's real, since I know how much you love it'. Even more confusing is how she scratched through everything past that part with a magic marker and just wrote down 'improvise!' on the side of the page. What the hell was with all that?

Brendan wore white pajamas with a long V-neck top, exposing most of his chest. Dark makeup and latex glued around his right eye gave the appearance of having just been beaten, and ensured he could only open it halfway for added effect. He sighed in relief as a familiar stick-like redheaded girl in blue overalls and a red tee shirt peeled the latex off Brendan's eye and wiped away the glue and excess makeup with a hot sponge. Brendan had to squeeze his eye shut to avoid getting soap in it. The girl finished by wiping his eye with a wet washcloth, and took her leave.

Brendan wiped his eye, opened it, and looked around. He lay in some custom oval bed twenty by thirty feet, atop its red sheets and blankets. His eyes traveled along the navy carpet floors to the walls, their lower halves paneled with hardwood, and their upper halves painted violet. Copper colored drapes hung from the ceiling, making pseudo-hallways in the room.

This was a weird room. There were no electronics and no storage or surface furniture of any kind. But seating furniture was everywhere: Skandia's iconic bean bag chairs, bowl chairs, club chairs, chaise lounges, couches, loveseats, Ottomans, recliners--all comically oversized and over-padded, and all in browns, pinks, purples, and reds. And yes, I do always recite lists in alphabetical order in my head. I just do that automatically, like instinct.

I didn't know if this was Coral's room or not. If it was, what was with the lack of anything other than lights and seating? And why's all that seating so ridiculously huge and puffy? And what's with this insane bed and the drapes everywhere?

Coral, still in her red tank top and knee-length skirt, leaned back, splayed out, in a bright red bean bag chair. She gave no concern to the fact that she clearly showed her silver panties to anyone who might look her way. Flora sat, leaning forward, on a red-upholstered ottoman, her legs dangling off its end and her arms folded in her lap.

The director/sound guy walked to and fro, mumbling things to the three standing cameramen set up around the bed, and the one steadicam operator, before grabbing the sound pole and fiddling with the headphones he wore. The cameramen mumbled amongst each other.

Brendan looked forward. "Hey Coral! This doesn't exactly seem like a functional bedroom."

"It is when you use it film orgies," Coral shouted back.

Flora jerked her head toward Coral with a sneer and furrowed brow. "Orgies? As in... poképhiliac orgies? Like, with Pokémon and humans?"

"Yeah," Coral said, nodding.

"And you sleep here afterwards?" Brendan asked.

"When I'm part of them," Coral answered.

"Holy shit!" Flora sputtered, shaking her head.

Brendan coughed in surprise and sat up, staring at Coral and Flora with wide eyes.

Holy shit is right! I had no idea how to respond to that, and it would probably take me a minute to figure it out. Unfortunately I hadn't the time when suddenly--

A man in a green hoodie pushed open the bedroom's cherry door with his shoulder, and walked inside carrying the previous scene's Kadabra. She stared with a cocked head at Brendan, licking her lips as she lept out of his arms. She took her spoon from behind her ear, twirling it between her fingers.

"Finally," Flora sighed, and leaned forward more. She squinted at Kadabra's spoon, noticing for the first time that day that it didn't shimmer as it should. "Hey, what's with her spoon?"

"It's plastic," Coral answered. "She tends to static-up the footage if she has her real spoon, especially with these digital cameras."

I've heard about Kadabras doing things like that. But I didn't think it was true.

"Uh, okay. And why wasn't she brought in a pokéball?" Flora asked.

"We don't use pokéballs at PL Studios," Coral answered.

"I said quiet!" The sound guy/director shouted. He pointed at Brendan. "And hide that script!"

Brendan looked at the sound guy/director with a raised eyebrow.

"The one in your hands?"

Brendan looked down and shook his head at the blue covered script he held. He looked to either side, then up, and threw it behind the florally carved oak headboard curving round the back of the bed.

Coral stood and stretched backward, cracking her sternum, and crossed her arms. She walked up behind the standing cameras and crouched down. She whispered into Kadabra's ear. "Just remember my last minute revisions. We've got only one take to get this right. If it fails, we'll have to go back to the original script, and I really don't want that."

"Kadabra," Kadabra whispered back, nodding her head.

Coral and Kadabra approached the bed. Coral wrapped her arms beneath Kadabra's shoulders and lifted her onto the bed before crawling onto it herself. Brendan breathed deep and laid back against his pile of pillows. Coral sat cross-legged to Brendan's left, leaning on her hands. Kadabra stood to Brendan's right, squinting and holding her plastic spoon over Brendan's face while holding the back of his head in her other paw.

They already filmed Kadabra using Heal Pulse on me. Of course, Kadabra can't learn Heal Pulse, and even if they could, it couldn't remove makeup--hence this scene being filmed in two parts. That was why the first half of the scene was all close-ups, so it wouldn't look like we suddenly changed positions. I supposed they'd use CG for the heal pulse visuals.

Suddenly, my stomach lifted into my chest and my ribs chilled. I truly realized then, for the first time that day that I was going to fuck this Kadabra for the camera. Yes, I knew that beforehand, but never considered it until now. How did I feel about this? From yesterday's encounter, I should, by all rights, be floating on air. Or if this were a few days ago, I should be terrified. I was neither.

Think Brendan! You're going to lie in bed, pretty much doing nothing, while this Kadabra uses you as a sex toy. What do I think of this? How does this make me feel? It makes me feel... fine... fine? That didn't make any sense. Shouldn't I feel something?

I looked at Kadabra, drawn into her narrow eyes and her slightest hint of a smile. The fur on her paw, as she held her fake spoon to my face, was thin and soft. I did want Kadabra. I wanted her heat, her sex, and I wanted to put her in bliss.

But I didn't feel that way about the scene. All the things I wanted for her--I couldn't give them just by laying still and letting her do what she will with me. Then it made sense. I was actually thinking like a porn star! I was horny as all fuck, and my cock throbbed painfully. But shooting a sex scene didn't seem like a turn on to me, but nor did it seem like something to be ashamed or afraid of. It was... a chore! Like folding laundry or washing dishes, this was a necessary bore, an interruption to my day. I wonder if Kadabra thought the same.

Kadabra's tail came forward and brushed my neck. For some reason I had to lean my head against that tail, wanting to use it as a pillow. Something about that giant, bushy, goldenrod tail made me feel as if... as if I were wrapped up tight in something soft, warm, and safe.

I looked at Flora, who was leaning forward so far that I was surprised she didn't fall off that ottoman, clenching her fists so tight that I was surprised they weren't bleeding, and breathing so hard that I was surprised she wasn't panting. She sure as hell didn't think this a chore! This was her fantasy come true. Shit, she wasn't even stoned! Just how fucking depraved was Flora anyway?

"And action!" the sound guy/director shouted as he lifted the sound pole over the bed.

Brendan flinched and blinked.

Fuck! I forgot what I was about the think. Oh well, looks like I'm off to fold the dishes. Wait a sec. Fold the... what did I just think?

"Kadabra," Kadabra whispered, leaned back, and put her spoon back behind her ear.

Coral smiled barely and held the side of Brendan's face in her hand. "That should take care of you, for now at least."

Dammit! No time to sort out my thoughts.

"What do you mean, for now?" Brendan asked.

Coral sighed, dropped her head with closed eyes, and set her palms on her thighs. "That's not the last you'll see of Garth. The man's like a thorn that just can't be dug out. He's persistent to the bitter end. And now it seems he's focused on you, Jimmy."

What? I thought she said that was the last time I'd see him again! No wait, that was the Irish guy... Cash I think. She was talking about Otis... err, Garth.

Brendan furrowed his brow, cocked his head at Coral, and blinked.

The steadicam operator leaned toward the sound guy/director, and whispered in his ear. "He's hesitating. Should we cut?"

"No, I like his expression," the sound guy/director said. "Your line Brendan?"

Brendan blinked again and cleared his throat. "Well, what happens when he comes back? I mean, I can't stay here all the time."

Coral smirked, raised her eyebrows, and teetered her head side to side. "Well, why not? With the money I'm giving you, I'm sure you can rent a suite out from me." Coral's face turned wicked as she leaned over Brendan. "And with the way Meganium's been yapping to the other Pokémon about that first-class fucking you gave her, I'm sure the Pokémon would love for you to live here."

"Kadabra!" Kadabra whispered into Brendan's ear. Closing her eyes, she licked from the tip of his nose to his forehead, and glared at him just as wickedly.

"And I think Kadabra here wants a little treat for healing you up so nicely."

"Again?!" Brendan sighed. "Fuchsia, did you really hire me just to be a sex toy for your Pokémon?"

"No," Coral answered. "I hired you to give my Pokémon anything they wanted, and I do mean anything! They're the ones who want you as a sex toy, not me."

The steadicam operator walked to the base of the bed and zoomed in on Brendan as he pulled his arms from beneath his blanket and pushed himself up. Coral and Kadabra leaned back as Brendan sat, and leaned over him again as he winced and sighed in pain, and fell back onto his pillows. Both stared at him with worried eyes and pursed lips. Brendan looked up at them, squinting and gritting his teeth.

"Are you okay Jimmy?" Coral asked.

"I still feel like I've been beaten with a Magikarp," Brendan grumbled.

"Kadabra?!" Kadabra whispered in fear.

Coral turned her head aside and whispered, "that heal pulse must not have worked as well as I thought."

Kadabra lifted an open palm above Brendan's chest.

"Close ups now!" the sound guy/director said.

The three standing cameramen wheeled their cameras to the bed, stopping on top of arrows of green painter's tape stuck on the carpet, pointing where they pointed, ensuring for each standing camera that no other would be in its field of vision.

"Now we're getting to the good part," Flora said.

Flora stood up from her ottoman and trotted toward the bed, stopping when a cameraman stuck his arm out in front of her. "No closer," he said. Flora smirked and looked over his shoulder at the action.

Brendan grunted in pain as Kadabra's telekinesis forced him down harder onto the bed with his arms splayed out to his sides. Coral smiled and scooted back as Kadabra lowered her paw and crawled up to straddle Brendan's abs. Kadabra fell forward, landing her paws on Brendan's chest and rubbing them up and down while licking her muzzle. She turned to Coral, who nodded and scooted back to step off the bed.

"Kadabra wants to make you feel better," Coral said. "And she knows just how to do it. She wants to treat you, instead of the other way around."

"Do I have a choice in the matter?" Brendan asked.

Coral giggled. "Of course you do! You can lay there and let Kadabra pleasure you, or you can quit your job." With that, Coral walked behind a standing cameraman to watch the rest of the shoot.

Brendan sighed and looked up at Kadabra with narrow eyes and a defeatist grin. "Some choice," he whispered.

In a way, I actually shared Jimmy's sentiment. My breath fluttered and my hands became clammy. My ribs chilled and the hair on my neck stood on end. It was the same physical sensation I felt with the fear of my first encounter with Weavile. But now I felt it as need. Below the tawny stripes on her belly, Kadabra's pussy already started to glisten, though I barely saw it.

I didn't want to follow this script. I didn't want to fake being in pain. I didn't want to just lay here while Kadabra had her way with me. I wanted to give as good as she would. Yes, this was a chore alright.

For an instant, my eyes wandered to Flora. She was biting her tongue, almost drooling. I actually felt jealous of her. Despite my painful hard-on, I knew watching this scene would be hotter than starring in it.

Kadabra closed her eyes and leaned forward, cocking her head to plant her muzzle on Brendan's lips. Brendan and Kadabra both sighed into each other's mouths. Brendan winced and tensed, as per the script. Kadabra rolled her eyes back and huffed in irritation. She cupped Brendan's cheeks in her paws and lifted her head to stare him in the eyes.

The steadicam operator knelt down and zoomed in.

"I know," Brendan sighed. "I'm supposed to relax, aren't I?"

"Dabra," Kadabra grunted with a nod.

Brendan huffed and closed his eyes. "Well, I guess after Meganium, I can't ever really be normal again, whatever that means."

Kadabra grinned, licked her lips, and planted her muzzle back on Brendan's lips. Brendan relaxed and accepted her kiss. The steadicam operator zoomed in on their mouths, partly open, and recorded their tongues, in plain sight, slowly wrapping around and rubbing back and forth against each other. Kadabra held herself up with one paw against the bed. She gripped Brendan's shirt in her claws and tore it open down the middle. Kadabra rubbed a paw up and down Brendan's bare chest and stomach. Brendan and Kadabra's mixed saliva dripped from their mouths onto Brendan's chest. Kadabra played with the spit, rubbing her fingers in circles over it, spreading it over Brendan's chest. Another drip allowed Kadabra to wipe enough up onto a finger to rub onto Brendan's right nipple. A third drip took care of his left.

It was damn near torture that I had to keep my arms limp to my sides as Kadabra kissed me. She was rubbing her own saliva into my nipples, making my spine tingle and my toes curl, and I couldn't do anything with my own hands! I wanted them all over her: holding her head, scratching her chest, combing through her bushy tail, worming into her hot cunt. And I knew she'd have loved that.

I focused on Kadabra's tongue to distract me from the disappointment. It was thin and narrow, smaller than mine, and rough like sandpaper. If it wasn't for all of our saliva, that tongue wouldn't feel very good scraping against mine. Score one for drool!

"Okay," the sound guy/director said. "End the kiss now. And Kadabra, I want your tongue hanging out and dripping into Jimmy's mouth. And Brendan? I want you to swallow it."

Flora shuddered on hearing those words, involuntarily shoving a hand down her jeans and digging her nails into the flesh surrounding her own pussy. The cameraman in front of her briefly looked behind him and chuckled to himself before turning back to the action.

Kadabra lifted her head off of Brendan's, letting her tongue stick out. She paused and opened her eyes to slits, staring into Brendan's as the thick rope of saliva connecting their tongues broke and fell into Brendan's mouth. Brendan closed his eyes and breathed deep, his mouth open, and the pool of saliva within still visible. He closed his mouth and swallowed.

"Dabra," Kadabra whispered, smiling.

"You know, maybe this kind of life isn't so bad after all, if I can just avoid any more beatings."

Kadabra cupped Brendan's cheeks in her palms and rubbed her snout against his neck, whispering bras into his ear.

"Now show yourself off for the camera before the blowjob," the sound guy/director said.

Kadabra sighed, lowered her head to Brendan's chest, and stretched her arms out far past his shoulders. She spread and stretched her hind legs as she yawned. The camera behind her zoomed in as she lifted her tail up and over her back, exposing her puckered y-shaped asshole and the vulpine pussy beneath it. The oddly rounded sex swelled out from the surrounding fur. The bare tawny skin at its edges faded into a purple blush at its center. A drop of fluid clung to the lip sticking out from the bottom like a little tongue. Kadabra stuck her ass out further as she scooted back, her ribbon-thin moustache trailing along Brendan's sides.

That moustache was actually dense whiskers, and felt like the tips of paintbrushes on my skin. I winced and wriggled my shoulders at this. I couldn't stand it.

"Dammit Kadabra!" Brendan huffed as he reached his arms down to scratch his sides, violating the script.

"Shit," the sound guy/director whispered. "Cut!"

"No! Keep rolling," Coral interrupted. "Just remember Brendan, Jimmy's in horrible pain right now."

Right, that shouldn't be too hard to fake.

Halfway to his sides, Brendan stiffened his arms and growled with a tightened face and clenched teeth. He kept reaching toward his sides with stiff arms, shivering them and huffing.

"Kadabra?" Kadabra inquired, cocking her head.

"Your whiskers itch," Brendan whined.

"Improvise a solution," Coral said. "And drop your arms Brendan."

Brendan obeyed. Kadabra narrowed her eyes and bared her fangs. She leaned forward and licked up Brendan's right side, making him squint and whine through his nose. Kadabra then licked up Brendan's left side. At that moment, the drop of sap on the lip of her pussy finally fell, landing inside Brendan's belly button.

"Fuck yeah," the sound guy/director whispered. "Now that's a money shot! God call Coral."

Flora grimaced and bit her tongue as she thrust her middle finger inside her pussy and scratched along its roof. "How the hell much longer is this going to take? I want to get to the action."

"Don't worry, it's just a minute away," the sound guy/director answered.

Much as it made me squirm, that sandpaper like tongue was such a relief. It licked away the itches down my sides instantly. But it only worsened the pain in my cock.

Kadabra scooted down further and straddled Brendan's knees. She took her spoon from behind her ear and held it to her forehead. She narrowed her eyes, which glowed red as Brendan's pajama bottoms scrunched down to his knees, exposing his throbbing cock with the thin platinum fuzz above it, and virtually hairless scrotum. Kadabra tucked her spoon back behind her ear and bent over, exposing herself to the camera again, which saw another drop of fluid clinging to her lip. She stuck out her tongue and slid it down the underside of Brendan's length until it touched her nose. She inhaled his odor, and then smoothly slid her snout down further, taking his head into her mouth, where she suckled on it as if nursing. The sound guy/director lowered the sound pole toward the smacking sounds of Kadabra's blowjob.

"Jimmy's getting very tired now," Coral said softly.

Tired? How was I supposed to be tired with this abrasive tongue slithering up and down the underside of my cock? Every time that scratchy flesh stroked back and forth, it sent a wave of itching and tickling up my spine and down my legs. I couldn't act tired right now! All I could do is wriggle my body in a useless effort to relieve those waves Kadabra's tongue shot through me. I tried so hard not to cry out from the sensation, and instead sobbed without weeping, though certainly not from pain.

I have to admit though, I probably looked like I was in agony. I wasn't sure if that's what the director wanted. But no one said anything, so I assumed they kept rolling.

I wanted to grab Kadabra so bad! But I had to keep doing my chores or else I wouldn't get any allowance. So I said the lines I memorized after reading the script fifty seven times.

"I can't--" Brendan whined. "I can't keep up. I can't keep... too tired."

Kadabra narrowed her eyes and lifted her muzzle from Brendan's cock, dragging her tongue along its underside as far as she could extend it out her mouth, then lifting a string of saliva from his cock-hole and letting it break and fall onto his glans. The steadicam operator leaned forward with one knee on the bed, zoomed in so close it saw only Kadabra's tongue, Brendan's head, and the string of spit briefly connecting them.

Kadabra sat up and licked her muzzle as she leaned her head back. She fell onto her paws and crawled forward, her hands and knees at Brendan's sides, until her nose touched his. She narrowed her eyes at Brendan and whispered dabras to him while pushing his shoulders down and his head against the pillows. She wiped a paw down his eyes, briefly forcing them to close. Brendan blinked rapidly as Kadabra licked the tip of his nose.

Brendan huffed as he talked, struggling to speak. "Are you... saying... are you... saying I should... I should just let... let myself... fall... asleep?"

Kadabra smiled in a maternal expression and nodded at Brendan, grunting a quiet bra.

Brendan's eyes fell shut and he breathed deep. "Thanks," he whispered.

Kadabra crawled backward, again lifting her tail up over her back, exposing her odd looking pussy to the standing cameras. Another drop of fluid clung to its bottom lip. Kadabra ceased sliding back and touched her nose to Brendan's cock-head, inhaling its odor again, and clenching her pussy in reaction. Her vulva squeezed shut and pushed her lower lip out further. The drop clinging to its tip fell off, landing on the sheets between Brendan's knees.

Kadabra again pushed her tongue out and slid it beneath Brendan's cock before closing her snout around its head. Again, she suckled and licked away the precum that gathered at his urethra with every pass. Her smacks sounded clear into the mic above the cameras' views.

"Now Kadabra!" Coral said.

Now? Now what? The script didn't call for Kadabra to do anything right now. Though I still wriggled, sobbing from trying to keep from moaning, I tried my damndest to keep it as still as possible. But I was quickly losing that battle. That familiar, warm liquid tickle rushed through me. The same tickle pulsed in the head of my cock as that sandpaper tongue scraped up and down its underside. I kept wriggling my feet and squeezed my shoulder blades. I was about to cum.

Was that what Coral was talking about? I was supposed to cum at this very moment, so maybe... but then why did she say it to Kadabra?

Kadabra flicked her left ear, and lifted a paw to apparently scratch it. She, apparently accidentally, brushed her paw past Brendan's nose before planting it back on the bed. Brendan twitched his nose and sneezed.

Why the hell does it suddenly smell like lawn clippings in here?

"And now, when you cum, you'll fall asleep," the sound guy/director said.

"And you really will fall asleep," Coral added, "because I rubbed sleep powder into Kadabra's ear."

"What?!" Flora shouted, jerking her head toward Coral.

What?! That's what I suddenly screamed in my mind. She's really putting me to sleep? She really is putting me to sleep! They were going to film Kadabra fucking me in my sleep! Why Coral? Why do something so insidious?

The warm, liquid tickle in my extremities is getting stronger, and it's now building up in my cock.

"It'll take a minute for it to kick in, so listen carefully," Coral said. "Lumina told me all about your fetishes, and we came up with this idea together because we thought you'd love it. But if you don't want this, just say stop and we'll cut the scene right now and give you the antidote."

But why? Why didn't she tell me before?

"And I didn't inform you of this earlier because I knew you'd give a world class performance if it was a surprise."

It sure as shit was a surprise!

"But I don't want to be a complete bastard, so I'm giving you the chance right now to end this."

End this? Say stop and it will all be over. This was a vicious fucking sucker punch you dealt me, Coral. I should end this right now and crack you upside the head with a two-by-four! Shout stop! Shout it right now you dumb fuck! But I couldn't. Coral, you were right. I wanted this. I'm going to cum in a few seconds, and not long after, I'll be out like a light. Kadabra, you'll use me like a blow-up doll after that. I'd become a literalsex-object to this Pokémon. Somehow, the thought made my mouth water, forcing me to swallow. It made my shoulders shiver in desire. It made my lungs leap into my throat in delight. But how? How did you know I'd want that Coral?

"But if you do want this, grab the sheets. Grab the sheets and we'll keep filming."

I felt the pressure building up in my cock, as if I had to piss, but with my bladder pleasantly empty. Dull throbbing pleasure climbed up my shaft following the spunk climbing my urethra. Coral gave me a second chance to end everything. Don't grab the sheets! Do that, and this will all end. But I didn't want it to end. I wanted to Kadabra to use me as a sex-toy as I slept.

I climaxed and whined through my nose. Kadabra still rubbed the underside of my cock with that scratchy tongue, still smacked and sucked me as I shot strings of cum into her muzzle. As the pleasure became like fire in my urethra, and around the ring of my head. I clutched the sheets like I was trying to tear them.

Coral smiled.

The sound guy/director nodded. "Now Kadabra, give us your best drool and slurp."

As Brendan continued whining through his nose, Kadabra grumbled in pleasure from deep in her belly. She lifted her head and opened her muzzle a crack, letting strings of cum run down Brendan's cock. She brought her muzzle down and sucked it back up with a long slurp clearly captured by the mic. Again and again, Kadabra lifted her muzzle, letting Brendan's cum leak down his cock, and sucked it back up as she went down.

"Now give us your best drooling show," the director/sound guy said.

With one last audible slurp, Kadabra sucked all of Brendan's cum into her muzzle. She straddled his knees, leaned her head back, and opened her eyes to slits. Her head upside-down, looking into the camera, Kadabra smacked her narrow jowls repeatedly, treating all cameras to Brendan's cum waving, stringing, and flowing across her fangs and around her tongue, oozing over her muzzle and back across her fangs and tongue as she licked it off her snout and smacked her jowls again. Kadabra's watering mouth diluted the cum until it dripped off her snout, onto her wagging tail. With that, she licked as much as she could from her muzzle, righted herself, and swallowed.

Kadabra looked down at Brendan, smiled, and sighed. She watched with a slowly wagging tail as Brendan's hands and feet relaxed. His breath slowed. His lips parted. And he began barely to snore. A minute later, Brendan's eyes wagged back and forth beneath their lids. The sleep powder had taken its full effect.

Coral smiled and nodded. The cameramen zoomed in on Brendan's dreaming eyes. Flora stared with her jaw clenched and brow furrowed as she dug her nails into the flesh around her own pussy so hard it almost bled, and scratched her clit raw until she gasped and tightened the muscles in her shoulders and feet as she leaked her own sap into her panties, shuddering in the pleasure overtaking her cunt as she climaxed. Seconds later, Flora pulled her hand from her pants and sucked on its fore and middle fingers, earning a smirk from Coral. She didn't even notice the visibly wet crotch on her jeans.

Flora pulled her hand from her mouth and turned to Coral. "How did you know he'd want that?" she whispered.

Coral nodded. "One of my Pokémon discovered, quite accidentally, that your boyfriend has a mind-control fetish. I thought maybe if he liked that, he'd like this."

"Yeah," Flora whispered. "That sounds like him."

Coral turned to Kadabra. "You just do what you want from here on out. The rest of us should keep quiet until Kadabra calls it quits."

Kadabra opened her eyes and yawned before looking back down at Brendan sleeping. "Kadabra," she whispered.

Kadabra crawled forward until she touched noses with Brendan. She smirked, took her spoon from behind her ear, and set it behind his, not really sure why. She pressed her muzzle against Brendan's lips again, forcing her tongue into his mouth and rubbing it in circles around his own. Brendan unknowingly pushed his own tongue back into Kadabra's mouth. But unconscious, he couldn't do much more, and lamely let Kadabra play with his tongue, unaware of tasting some small amount of his own cum.

A familiar muzzle pressed against my lips. Its tongue invaded my mouth and wrapped around mine. Everything was so soft, so smooth, except that tongue. Its roughness was also familiar, though it was supposed to be sliding across my skin, not twirling through my mouth. That part confused me. But still, I already knew what I would see before I opened my eyes.

A round muzzle of cream colored fur with a chocolate mask over its shimmering black eyes awaited my view. She stared down at me like she always had before, telling me how much she loved me. But I never thought she loved me in this particular way.

"Kadabra," Kadabra whispered as she broke her kiss with Brendan. She crawled backward and carefully stepped over Brendan, and turned around.

Kadabra rested her tail against the side of Brendan's head, who pressed against and wrapped an arm around it. Brendan sighed in pleasure as he rubbed his cheek in circles across that tail.

"Mother," Brendan whispered, making Coral and Flora both lift and eyebrow. Both guessed what Brendan dreamed. Even Kadabra briefly turned in confusion.

She curled herself sideways and brought her tail to my face. She knew how much I loved that tail, how much I loved clinging to it and rubbing my arms and legs and face through its fur. I took the cream and chocolate stripes in my arms and pulled the giant furry pillow to my face. My muscles turned to jelly from that tail's touch, as she knew they would, as they always did.

I just then noticed something strange. She was much bigger than she by all rights should be. Her body, head and tail not included, had to be seven feet long. I was small by comparison. This shouldn't be. I should be bigger than she is! But it felt so good that I didn't care. She kept staring at me with those eyes I just wanted to lose myself in. She waved her tail slowly back and forth in my grasp, brushing it against my body.

"Mother," I whispered.

I knew she was my mother because her fur was so much bushier than my own Furret's, and darker, with an almost glowing orangey metallic sheen made for stage and show. She kept staring at me with those shimmering black eyes, taking my will away.

"Mother?" I asked. "Why did you kiss me like that?

"Because I love you Brendan," she answered.

"I know you love me, but not like that. I didn't know."

"Well then Brendan," Mother told me. "Let me show you exactly how I love you."

Kadabra planted her paws on Brendan's hips and brought her muzzle back down to his soft shaft. She took his head into her muzzle and closed her eyes as she suckled again, quieter than before. She swallowed his head from view, rubbing its underside against her rough tongue and its top against the ridges of her palate. Kadabra no longer put on a show for the cameras, but acted only to quench her own throbbing, dripping lust. Her performance had turned from professional to amateur. Still, the others kept quiet, and kept rolling.

Brendan's cock stiffened in Kadabra's mouth. She felt his ring and foreskin pushing against her tongue, her fangs, and the ridges of her palette. But it wasn't fast enough. Her pussy dripped freely onto Brendan's chest, screaming at her for release. The lip sticking out its bottom had swollen and turned purple. The purple blush reached nearly to the fur around her sex, which had opened up, revealing the oily sheen inside and the tiny clit just above her opening from which her fluids dripped. It wasn't fast enough.

While still sucking Brendan, Kadabra lifted one paw into the air and opened her glowing red eyes. Kadabra kneaded an imaginary object in the air. Brendan groaned in his sleep and writhed his legs about as the terrible yet false urge to piss engulfed his pelvis. Telekinetically, she stroked the inside of Brendan's prostate. His dick swelled inside Kadabra's snout, reaching full, pulsating length in seconds, dripping precum for her to lick up, and making her sigh in relief. Brendan laid a hand atop Kadabra's head.

I held her head in my hands as she swallowed my throbbing member. I don't know how she did it, but she filled my chest and pelvis with fire, and burned and squeezed my prostate, while touching nothing but my cock. Maybe it was just how much she loved me, how much I could tell, that did this. But I literally felt her claws scratching the inside of my prostate, even though both were firmly planted on the fur blankets on either side of me.

For a moment I wondered how those blankets could be made of her fur when she was clearly still alive and unskinned on top of me. Those thoughts vanished when she lifted her head off my cock and looked at me with those eyes again.

"Is this right?" I asked her. "I mean, you're my mother. Is this okay?"

"You didn't seem to mind when it was your sister," she answered.

"Well yeah but... she's kind of a slut."

She narrowed her eyes and smiled at me, licking me between the eyes before rubbing her cheek against mine. "Who's to say I'm not?" she whispered in my ear.

"Kadabra," Kadabra whispered in Brendan's ear before sliding her cheek off his and crawling backward.

Kadabra panted and sported a tight, almost pained expression. She clenched her pussy tight, sticking out her tongue-like lip, which drooled onto Brendan's skin. Playing with Brendan for so long without so much as a brush to her own sex filled that pussy with a painful, swollen need. Kadabra barely remembered that she was being filmed, and lifted her tail just in time to let the cameras see her thrust down, stabbing Brendan's cock into her cunt, which leaked tiny strings of oil down his scrotum. Kadabra bared her teeth and growled in relief as she squeezed up Brendan's length, trying to pull more of it inside her.

Kadabra relaxed her face and panted as she swayed, then swung, her pelvis up and down, forcing Brendan's cock in and out of her. Sounds of slurping, sucking, and smacking filled the air as Kadabra's pussy threw drops of fluid onto the sheets. In his sleep, Brendan could barely thrust back, more writhing his hips than fully participating. With every down thrust, the tip of Brendan's cock pushed against her cervix, sending almost painful tingles up her gut and into her heart, each time pushing her closer to the edge.

So horny for so long without any stimulation, Kadabra couldn't hold out for longer than ten seconds. She growled, clenched her teeth, and squeezed her eyes shut. Her pussy tightened around Brendan's member, and her thrusts became fast and short. Kadabra panted, her tongue hanging out. She clenched a pillow in one paw, and reached back with her other to grab the end of her tail and pull it back past her shoulder, showing her tightly clenched ass hole above her greedy sex. Her thrusts became faster and shorter, and the sounds of sex blended into homogenous squicks. Kadabra let her head fall and growled as her footpaws and shoulders tensed. And she cummed.

"Kada! Dabra!" Kadabra panted, almost crying.

Kadabra's pussy squeezed Brendan's cock so hard she could barely push herself further down on it. Her thrusts became hard, seconds apart, and shallow. Kadabra whined through her nose as her clit became hypersensitive, and her juice leaked in a stream from her pussy, running down the top of Brendan's cock before soaking his fur-thin platinum pubes and running down his scrotum. Kadabra pulled her tail harder and kept trying in vain to thrust herself fully onto Brendan's shaft.

After some seconds, the hypersensitivity began to subside, and Kadabra's pussy eased out of its vice-like grip. Kadabra loosened all her muscles, and her grip on her tail, and slid smoothly down Brendan's length until it disappeared entirely inside of her pussy. She let her head fall onto Brendan's chest, and breathed deep in relief is her orgasm subsided.

She rested her cheek against my chest, hot breath flowing over my skin. She couldn't have lasted longer than ten seconds, grinding herself against my cock like that, before she cummed onto me, soaking my crotch in hot fluids. What could've made her cum so quickly? I asked her, not by speaking, but just by looking her in the eyes.

She smiled and licked between my eyes again before answering. "Only a son can make a mother cum so quickly."

She narrowed those black eyes into slits so thin that I almost couldn't tell them apart from her chocolate mask. She grinned almost evilly at me, showing me a mouthful of dripping, needle-like teeth. She almost scared me until suddenly she again filled my chest and pelvis with fire, and scratched the inside of my prostate with serrated knives, which strangely didn't hurt.

"Mother?" I whispered. "Why are you doing this?"

"Because it's not fair for me to cum when you don't."

Kadabra sat upright again, straddling Brendan's pelvis with the end of her tail in her mouth. She again thrust up and down on Brendan's cock, from head to base now that her pussy had relaxed again. She leaned her weight on one paw on Brendan's chest, her other kneading its fingers through the air, again telekinetically stroking the inside of Brendan's prostate.

Brendan's breath sped up. He clenched his fists and furrowed his brow as he groaned through his nose. A string of white cum fell from her pussy as she pulled up. Feeling Brendan filling her with hot seed, she thrust down and wriggled her hips about, rhythmically squeezing her pussy to milk all it could from Brendan's cock.

"Kadabra," Kadabra sighed in relief as Brendan's squirts lessened into dribbles, and finally drips.

Kadabra released her tail, which fell down onto Brendan's chest and face. She grabbed either side of Brendan's length between two fingers and lifted herself off of him, plugging her hole with said fingers as she stood and stretched backward, yawning. Kadabra thrust her hips forward as her eyes turned red. She pulled her fingers from her opening and cupped her paw beneath her Pussy as Brendan's cum dripped from it. But rather than fall, it floated above Kadabra's paw. Kadabra gasped with a wide open maw as Brendan's cum continued to drip from her and collect in a glob above her paw. After gathering the last of it, Kadabra brought her paw up and regarded the floating ball of white fluid with a curious, tilted head. In an instant, she snapped her snout shut over it.

"Mother?" Brendan whispered in his sleep. Kadabra turned to look at Brendan. "I love you," he whispered.

"And cut!" the sound guy/director shouted.

"I'll take care of powering down," Coral said.

"I'll go get the cleaning crew," the sound guy/director replied.

The sound guy/director dropped the sound pole onto the bed, removed his headphones, and dropped them next to it. The steadicam operator turned off his camera and hauled it over his shoulder out of the room. The standing camera operators turned off their cameras and pulled the SSD drives hard drives from their slots, pocketed them, and followed the sound guy/director.

Coral walked back onto the stage, leisurely squatting and standing to unplug and switch off the various lights, cameras, sound pole, and wrapping their wires around the hooks on their devices. The room dimmed to the dull daylight that filtered through the drapes, staining the room copper.

Kadabra had closed her eyes and cocked her head, now swishing Brendan's cum around in her mouth. She would normally have swallowed it, but there was something much different about Brendan's spunk than that that of all the other men she tasted. She swallowed and opened her eyes when she heard a throat clearing in front of her. Flora stood at the foot of the bed with her arms clenched, eyes wide, and crotch soaked. She stared into Kadabra's eyes. Kadabra stared back, blinking.

"I need to see that again," Flora whispered. "I couldn't get close enough."

Kadabra looked at Flora's wet pants and saw her wet panties through her unzipped fly, clinging to the outline of her own pussy. A brilliant and devilish idea crossed Kadabra's mind, and she nodded her head, grunting, "Kadabra!"

Coral watched the exchange with one raised eyebrow.

Brendan kept snoring softly.

--3--

I just woke up five minutes ago! I still wore those white pajama bottoms stained with Kadabra's cum. My eyes were bloodshot and my hair looked like shit. Why the fuck couldn't Flora let me straighten up before dragging me through the halls of Pokémon Lover Studios, toward whatever "absolutely fucking awesome" surprise she had in store for me.

I slept for three hours too, and had such a great, but such a weird dream. Much as I told Flora and Coral they wouldn't believe it, they just giggled to themselves and said at the same time, 'I believe it!' They wouldn't even let me tell them what it was. Shit, they wouldn't even let me enjoy waking up! Flora just grabbed my arm and started running down the hall, swiping a cup of coffee from some technician in a wife-beater and Pokémon League cap for me.

No absolutely fucking awesome surprise is worth this.

Flora didn't give Brendan the opportunity to ask questions. She ran down the hall, dragging Brendan behind her by his wrist. Brendan staggered and almost fell as she did. As soon as he regained his balance, Flora pulled harder, causing him to have to run down the hall. His other arm flapped behind him. Brendan squinted and grit his teeth through all of this. They passed several surprised people and one Swampert who yelped and recoiled in shock as they twisted and turned down hallways toward Coral's destination. The color schemes changed from red cloth walls and golden brown carpets, to black and white wallpapered walls with navy carpets, to gold trimmed hardwood walls with red carpets.

Flora stopped suddenly, causing Brendan to nearly fall forward as he desperately tried to stop without running into her. As soon as he regained his balance, Flora threw herself against Brendan again, knocking him onto his ass with a hrmphon impact with her, and a squeak on impact with the floor. Flora had her arms around his shoulders, her legs around his waist, and stared into his eyes with a predatory grin.

"We're here!" Flora said in a sing-song voice.

We're where? I couldn't focus on those words, or the downright evil look Flora gave me. All I could think of was being dragged down changing hallways. And then there was that Swampert who spooked as we ran past. I could swear that's all happened to me before, but I couldn't remember from where or when.

"You're gonna to love this," Flora whispered into Brendan's ear. "And I'm gonna love watching it even more, because this time I don't have a cameras I can't get in front of."

"What the hell are you talking about?" Brendan shouted, shaking his head.

Flora fell back onto her hands and pulled her legs from around Brendan. She scooted back, propping herself on her palms, until she could plant the balls of her feet on the carpet, and stood up. She grabbed Brendan's arm in two hands and pulled him up with her.

"We're at Kadabra's room," Flora said. "And this time you're putting on your show for me, not the cameras, me!"

"I just got through fucking Kadabra!" Brendan whined. "Can't I have a break?"

Flora pulled Brendan toward a cherry-stained eight-panel door with a brass handle, the same as all doors leading to Pokémon rooms. She grabbed the handle and turned to look at Brendan with the familiar predatory grin. "Don't worry. I arranged a little something that you won't be able to resist."

Brendan raised an eyebrow.

The fuck was that supposed to mean? I never got the chance to ask when--

Without looking, Flora turned the handle, and threw the door open. The sounds of wet licking and whiny sighing hit Brendan's ears, prompting him to yank his arm free of Flora's grasp and lean aside to look in the door.

In layout, the room was like Lumina's: a long rectangular studio, with a window completely taking up its far wall and a glass-walled bathroom at the other end. The similarities ended there. Kadabra apparently preferred burgundy shag carpets to hardwood, and bronze leather recliners to bean bag chairs. Bookcases filled every free wall, all stocked full of thick hardcovers from modern to antique, from leather bound to plastic sheathed. Neat stacks of unread books lay in the corners of the room. Glass displays filled with antique silver spoons filled empty spaces on the shelves--Kadabra was apparently a collector. And a floral black and gold rug took up the room's center.

Brendan's eyes widened and his jaw dropped as he saw where those noises came from. The Meganium he filmed a scene with the day before lay on her back, her petals ruffled, and her mouth open and panting as her neck curled forward to stare at the doorway with glazed eyes. Her front legs curled over her chest as her back legs stuck straight up, facing the door, and giving Brendan the clearest look at her gaping, featureless pussy with its white inner flesh. But that wasn't what startled Brendan. Resting on Meganium's belly was Kadabra, holding her back legs. She squeezed her eyes shut and buried several inches of her thin shout inside Meganium's pussy. She rubbed her snout in circles inside Meganium's sex, her tongue as far out as it could reach, licking the walls of Meganium's vent, slurping up the copious fluids she dripped, teasing Brendan with the sounds.

Not to be outdone, Meganium glared at Brendan and Flora with lidded, glazed eyes as she panted and huffed meeyat every exhale. Her vines were extended, one wrapped around Kadabra's legs, forcing them apart, while the other pistoned and corkscrewed inside Kadabra's own pussy, hidden from Brendan's view save for the fluid Kadabra dripped onto Meganium's petals.

Kadabra pulled her snout out from Meganium's vent and gasped for breath. The fur on her snout was now soaked in Meganium's citrus-maple juice, which dripped onto Meganium's wagging tail. Kadabra licked from her snout whatever didn't fall.

Kadabra opened her eyes and stared into Brendan's. "Kadaabaraa!" she growled, ordering Brendan, like a superior officer, to join in.

Brendan jittered as Flora whispered in his ear. "Coral told me Kadabra and Meganium were sweethearts. I figured you couldn't resist when you saw this, and it seems I was right! And now, you're going to give me my very own live Tijuana sex show."

What the fuck was I seeing? What the fuck was I feeling? What the fuck did I just hear? This was! This was? What was it? It was the most absolutely goddamn fucking beautiful thing I'd ever seen in my entire life! Logically, I know that's unlikely, but at that moment I truly believed the sentiment. My mouth watered, and I could barely keep from drooling. My body had caught fire, inside and out.

Flora's hand was down my pants, squeezing my cock so hard it made me squint and sigh in pain. Or was that... no, it wasn't Flora. That raging, pulsating hard-on was back, and just as painful. I didn't even notice it coming! You want a sex show Flora? You're going to get one. Holy fuck are you going to get one!

--4--

I was tired no more when I pressed my ear against my bedroom door and heard the sounds coming from my computer. Such wondrous slurping and sucking and squishing and squicking noises made my heart skip a beat from the sudden and wonderful rush of adrenaline injected into my veins. My eyes flew open and their red lines vanished in an instant. And like that, I was as awake as I would be staring at the noon sun on a cloudless day in the freezing cold. I sighed and smiled, so thankful that after all this time, I had finally taught her that Friday night was the very best night to seek the basest carnal pleasures from my body. No doubt she'd gotten onto my computer again and probably opened up my torrent downloads of Pokémon porn. No doubt she'd done this merely to fill me with the irresistible desire for her skin and her saliva and her sex. She never watched Pokémon porn, or any porn for that matter, unless it was for that reason alone. I didn't mind though. If anything, it made me want her to watch porn even more often! She seduced me in that way, long ago, and I had never ceased to be thankful for that.

I slid a hand down my shirt, into my pants, and rubbed circles around the tip of my hardening member. My other hand slid along my bedroom door until it reached my handle. I chewed my tongue, making my already soaked mouth water even more. I knew what I would see of her, and thought I knew what I would see on my monitor, but in the later I was wrong.

I slid the door open slow as I could, attempting to sneak up on her, even though I knew the very idea was useless. The ears of Eons heard all, or at least they heard more than human ears ever could. But still, she pretended as if she didn't notice, just to further seduce me. And she did. With her front paws on my desk, and her rear paws on my chair, she had arched her back and raised her finned tail into the air, showing me her pink slit, dripping and swollen wide open, wanting.

My Vaporeon maid, still in her apron, her sex practically a leaking faucet, leaking onto my chair, in turn dripping onto my floor. No other Eon could summon as much nectar as the water type, and my own mouth became a faucet at the sight of it. I could barely swallow it all.

But then I looked to my computer, and saw that my Vaporeon maid hadn't opened my torrent downloads as I thought she had. She found the Blu-Ray under my mattress, slid it into the player on my PC, and now watched the most professionally produced Pokémon porn on Earth, imported from Europe, from a company called Pokémon Lover Studios. How did she find it? She's never looked under my mattress before for anything, and didn't see me put it there. How did she know to look? I would have watched it with her, except that it cost me eighty dollars, and I was always afraid she may scratch it.

But now I didn't care. I watched over my Vaporeon Maid's shoulder, which I'm sure she was aware of, and liking very much, this video with her.

[Kadabra planted her paws on Brendan's hips and brought her muzzle back down to his soft shaft. She took his head into her muzzle and closed her eyes as she suckled again, quieter than before. She swallowed his head from view, rubbing its underside against her rough tongue and its top against the ridges of her palate. Kadabra no longer put on a show for the cameras, but acted only to quench her own throbbing, dripping lust. Her performance had turned from professional to amateur. Still, the others kept quiet, and kept rolling.

Brendan's cock stiffened in Kadabra's mouth. She felt his ring and foreskin pushing against her tongue, her fangs, and the ridges of her palette. But it wasn't fast enough. Her pussy dripped freely onto Brendan's chest, screaming at her for release. The lip sticking out its bottom had swollen and turned purple. The purple blush reached nearly to the fur around her sex, which had opened up, revealing the oily sheen inside and the tiny clit just above her opening from which her fluids dripped. It wasn't fast enough.

While still sucking Brendan, Kadabra lifted one paw into the air and opened her glowing red eyes. Kadabra kneaded an imaginary object in the air. Brendan groaned in his sleep and writhed his legs about as the terrible yet false urge to piss engulfed his pelvis. Telekinetically, she stroked the inside of Brendan's prostate. His dick swelled inside Kadabra's snout, reaching full, pulsating length in seconds, dripping precum for her to lick up, and making her sigh in relief. Brendan laid a hand atop Kadabra's head.]

As I tiptoed silently toward my Vaporeon maid, which I knew was useless as she could likely hear me blink, I slipped my other hand down my pants and pushed them until they fell down around my ankles. I stepped out of them, my manhood growing larger with every throb. I was intent on plunging that shaft deep inside her, to her utter surprise. Again, I knew it was useless, but knew also that she would pretend to go along with my every act, jumping and yelping in faked shock as I penetrated her.

But as I approached, that was not to be. I floated my hands above my Vaporeon Maid's hips and drew my own hips back, ready to skewer her trickling, begging vulva. But instead she decided it better to try to mimic what she saw on the video. Just before I was ready to thrust, she pushed off the desk with her paws, spinning the chair around and stopping it by landing her front paws on my abs. I jittered and yelped in surprise, but melted into a sigh when she swallowed the head of my member into her mouth, and began suckling like the Kadabra on screen, literally trying to milk it.

"Oh, Vaporeon," I sigh as I place my hands on her head. "How do you always know what to do?"

Vaporeon picked up the flutter in my voice, and took another inch into her mouth, closing her eyes and dragging her tongue back and forth beneath the head of my penis, just as the Kadabra on screen did. Perhaps she wanted more of that fluttered voice, so I gave it to her with a moan as I shuddered my shoulders and held her jowls in my hands.

Short of breath, I looked up at the monitor again.

["Kadabra," Kadabra whispered in Brendan's ear before sliding her cheek off his and crawling backward.

Kadabra panted and sported a tight, almost pained expression. She clenched her pussy tight, sticking out her tongue-like lip, which drooled onto Brendan's skin. Playing with Brendan for so long without so much as a brush to her own sex filled that pussy with a painful, swollen need. Kadabra barely remembered that she was being filmed, and lifted her tail just in time to let the cameras see her thrust down, stabbing Brendan's cock into her cunt, which leaked tiny strings of oil down his scrotum. Kadabra bared her teeth and growled in relief as she squeezed up Brendan's length, trying to pull more of it inside her.

Kadabra relaxed her face and panted as she swayed, then swung, her pelvis up and down, forcing Brendan's cock in and out of her. Sounds of slurping, sucking, and smacking filled the air as Kadabra's pussy threw drops of fluid onto the sheets. In his sleep, Brendan could barely thrust back, more writhing his hips than fully participating. With every down thrust, the tip of Brendan's cock pushed against her cervix, sending almost painful tingles up her gut and into her heart, each time pushing her closer to the edge.]

Vaporeon slid her mouth off of my erection, mimicking Kadabra again by dragging her tongue along it and letting a string of Saliva drip between us. She pushed off my abs again with her paws, spinning the chair, and catching it with her paws on my desk. She stared close at the Kadabra fornicating with the sleeping man, and clearly wanted that. I knew because she lifted her tail again and wiggled her slippery ass at me, advertising the pink blush that now filled her swollen, trickling little cunny.

I couldn't help but oblige my Vaporeon maid. I slipped my length inside of her as easily as a foot into a slipper; she was that wet. That white apron with its pink frills only made my body burn hotter, and she knew it, hence why she seldom took it off any longer.

"Vapoo! Vapoo! Pooree! Reeoon!" she gasped and panted as I pulled my length back and slapped it back in.

Vaporeon clenched her vaginal muscles around my length, so as much of her insides as possible would touch my shaft at once, and so I would have to thrust harder to hilt myself inside her. I did just that. And as I built up a delicious sweat and pant from plowing her vent, so too did she. Together, we continued watching the luscious Kadabra on screen. I knew we would both orgasm soon. I only hoped it would be at the same time as Kadabra. So we watched.

["Kada! Dabra!" Kadabra panted, almost crying.

Kadabra's pussy squeezed Brendan's cock so hard she could barely push herself further down on it. Her thrusts became hard, seconds apart, and shallow. Kadabra whined through her nose as her clit became hypersensitive, and her juice leaked in a stream from her pussy, running down the top of Brendan's cock before soaking his fur-thin platinum pubes and running down his scrotum. Kadabra pulled her tail harder and kept trying in vain to thrust herself fully onto Brendan's shaft.]