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File Name: Lascivious Leafeon

Owner: Xianyu

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File Type: Story:Adult:M/F:Human x Leafeon

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Details: Lascivious Leafeon's Licentiously Lewd Lark

Keith stretched lazily, straightening his legs until his calves burned and arching his back until he heard his spine pop. Spring, who had been lazing against his side, made a faint sound of protest as she stirred from her nap.

It was a chilly, gloomy day outside, with the large windows showing a roiling ocean covered with sheets of rolling rainfall. Keith was watching a show on the big TV at the end of the bed, showing a documentary on 'The Hunt for Rayquaza', detailing research undertaken in Hoenn hinting at the existence of the legendary dragon. Spring had decided to lay curled happily against his stomach and hip. Aleda and Tammy were in the other room in the big bath, with Aleda showing Tammy the wonders of heating the water to boiling point, spreading her tails under the surface and heating them until they glowed like a space-heater.

“Sorry for waking you," Keith said, reaching a hand down to scritch Spring's ears. “How's the head?"

“Leaf," Spring grumbled, curling slightly and pushing against him, her leaf-like tail giving a slight twitch as she stretched and worked her muzzle once or twice. Keith lifted the edge of his blanket, offering the leafeon a space underneath with him.

Spring stared at him for a long moment at the offer, and then rose to her paws, nosing her way past the hem of the blanket and underneath it, curling against his chest and turning around until her nose was poking out from underneath the blanket. “Lea."

Keith smiled, reaching his hand down under the blankets to lightly ruffle the little leaf between her ears.

Spring flattened her ears, pushing her muzzle up against his hand and crawling a little higher to let him pet her. Keith slipped his hand down, rolling onto his side properly to free up his other arm, grasping both sides of the leafeon and pulling her up to a rough 'spooning' position, pulling her against his chest.

The leafeon had grown quite a lot in her evolution, and Keith could almost rest his chin on the back of her neck while her rump was tucked warmly in against his hips. As an eevee, she fit in that same space adequately, but now, Spring was much larger and less fluffier, with more bulk and soft, short fur.

Keith wrapped an arm around her, wiggling his fingers in under her middle so he could wrap both arms over her middle, resting his face against her neck.

Spring gave a happy noise and wiggled back against him, ears perking slightly, before she realised she was blocking his view of the television and flattened them.

Keith settled in to continue watching the television show, looking up momentarily as a flash of lightning cut across the sky outside the sliding door to the personal deck. The soft droning of the rain splashing against the walkway outside mixed with the sound of the television to form a rather pleasant, lulling atmosphere.

Spring started to purr as Keith rubbed warm hands slowly along that smooth stomach and her sides, letting his right palm stroke down slowly along her side until it reached her haunches and hips, exploring the expanse of furred flesh there. He slipped his hand down a little further, grasping lightly at a hindleg to reach fingertips out to the end of her hindpaw.

Spring tilted a little to stare at him over her shoulder, a single ear perking upwards.

“I'm exploring! You're all new," Keith said with a smile, lightly rubbing soft fingertips out to catch the base of her hindpaw, rubbing over the soft pads there.

Spring gave a little snort and curled slightly, her hindleg arching and little paw splaying wide, stretching it out taut before relaxing it and looking at him over her shoulder again.

“Okay, fine, I'll stop messing with your paw!" Keith said with a little smile, bumping his chin against her shoulder. She glowered at him for a moment, and then rolled over onto her back to face him more properly, placing a paw against his cheek.

Keith arched an eyebrow at Spring, and she chuckled, leaning up to lick his cheek and then resting her paw on her chest with her other paw, laying against him and turning to continue watching the television. Keith shifted to get her weight a little off his arm, fingers starting to go numb. Once he had her in a better position, he placed a palm against her belly, giving slow little lazy rubs.

“Leaaa…" Spring purred, eyes half-closing as she stared hazily at the television. Keith joined her in watching, only paying a small amount of attention to the leafeon, mainly just rubbing over her soft stomach and chest idly while watch the television transition from 'The Hunt for Rayquaza' to 'The Secret Lives of Staff Pokemon'.

A solid fifteen minutes passed of watching chef and delivery pokemon, with Keith rubbing an increasingly-content leafeon's belly, listening to her purring reverberating and melding with the scattered droplets of heavy rain occasionally hitting the bottom of the door leading inside.

Keith's fingers contacted a swell in the pokemon's anatomy, and it took his brain a few moments to parse the fact that he had brushed fingers over warm leafeon cunny. Spring shifted slightly, giving a soft, content sigh, but made no move to stop him.

Keith arched an eyebrow slightly at the lack of reaction, and moved his hand back up higher to her smooth stomach, giving slow little rubs across the soft fur there, returning to watching the show.

After a few more minutes of gently stroking the leafeon, Keith found his thoughts drifting further from the show and more towards the pokemon curled against his chest. His palm pressed further down her form once more, but this time was quite deliberate as it dipped between her thighs, letting nimble fingers play over that soft entrance.

Spring gave a very put-upon sound at the attention, heaving a sigh and looking at him over her shoulder once more. Keith gave a guilty smile, wiggling closer to her and pressing fingertips down along the soft crevice of pliable flesh to press his index finger past her resistance just the tiniest amount.

The leafeon quivered softly, and then huffed at him and turned back towards the television, watching it with a distracted gaze while lifting a hindleg to allow Keith easier access to her body.

Taking the offer eagerly, Keith curled his palm against the mound of her supple cunny, letting that single digit sink into her, spreading that soft flesh open while inner softness clenched down around him and squeezed at that invading digit.

Keith cozied up against the leafeon, pulling her lightly back against his chest and stomach as he started to work that single digit in and out of her, squeezing her middle with his other hand. The soft muscles of her stomach contracted and tensed almost in rhythm with the digit working in and out of her squeezing cunny, and Keith grinned as he lightly rubbed at her clit with his thumb.

Spring pretended to focus on the television, her wide tail starting to twitch helplessly back and forth against his thighs and knees, betraying her emotions, especially when Keith started rubbing at her clit, causing her tail to thud against his thigh and make the blanket flutter with the vigor of her motions.

Grinning, Keith curled his free arm around the leafeon's midsection, and then pulled her securely against him, slipping that single digit out of her squeezing body, and then pressing two against her. It took a tiny bit more effort, and more wiggling from the leafeon, but then his digits sank past her resistance and spread her wide, allowing him to slowly start pumping them into her little body.

A long shudder passed down the length of Spring's form, and she gave up any pretense of watching the television now, lifting her hindleg even higher, forming a visible tent in the blankets while she pressed her rump back towards him eagerly.

Keith made no attempt to move away from Spring's motions, and instead just started to grind against her in counterpoint, letting her feel the bulge of his trapped cock stiffening in his pants.

“Lea!" Spring accused, turning to face him a little more, panting softly, her cheeks flushed from the continued grinding of his two digits within her.

“Of course I wanna fuck you," Keith chided, giving an extra-hard thrust of his digits within the leafeon in rebuke, even as he curled his other hand further down their forms to try and hook into the waistband of his pants and pull them off.

Spring ground her hips back against his own, and quite deliberately against that stiffening cock, before curling down and pushing her paws between her own hindlegs, finding the front of his pants and tugging at them in earnest. She felt them catch for a moment, and then they slipped down, letting the weight of his cock spring free and bump against her rump.

Keith gave a little hiss of delight as soft leafeon fur pressed up against his exposed cock, and he shifted closer on instinct, grinding himself against her. He slipped his digits out of her clenching cunny, instead grasping her hips and guiding her backwards. One of Spring's paws found the underside of his cock, pressing against it, adjusting the angle of the stiff, throbbing length, and then his aching tip was seated right up against the soft, pliable outer lips of warm leafeon cunny.

Keith gripped her hips tightly with both palms, fingers spreading across the expanse of her haunches, his hips grinding in against her own with a firm pressure, remembering the amount of force required to bury inside her when they had shot their scene.

Both human and leafeon cried out in surprise and delight as Keith's cock sank past her outer lips with minimal resistance, spreading her wide around him and letting the first several inches of stiff cock disappear within her. Soft, supple leafeon flesh squeezed down around him, and he shuddered against her, remembering belatedly that she was bigger now as a leafeon and her anatomy had grown accordingly!

With the first third of his cock buried in the leafeon, Keith couldn't help but give eager, almost urgent humps against her, rocking her body back and forth while he grasped at her hips to tug her back against him, sinking himself in and out of her the scant few inches the awkward position would allow. She was definitely not as tight as a leafeon, but there was a delicious squeezing pressure of her flesh around him that was almost maddening.

Keith's hips arched against hers, trying to edge a little bit deeper inside her, soft inner flesh squeezing around his tip so delightfully.

With a grunt of frustration, Keith ground back and forth against her uselessly, before slipping back, holding her rump tight between his hands as his cock slid free, giving a gasp at the soft tug of her inner flesh as he did so. The moment he was clear of her, Spring rolled on to her paws and then wiggled her way out from under the blankets, standing proud in the cool night air, before smirking at him over her shoulder and dropping her chest to the bed, arching her rump upwards, giving a teasing, coaxing little 'Leaaaa…'

Needing no further encouragement, Keith threw the blankets off, taking a few moments to push his pants down around his ankles and then kick them off, before crawling up behind the presenting leafeon and grasping her hips. He pulled himself into position, settling on his knees, pleased to find that Spring's new height made this position much more viable than when she was an eevee, and leaned in to grind his tip against her outer lips.

Spring arched back against him happily, that leaf-like tail twitching against his chest as she straightened her hindlegs, ears perking back at him and then flattening as he shifted to spread her open once more, that blunt human cocktip grinding against her before sinking inside.

Keith gripped around Spring's middle, leaning over the leafeon's smaller form and started to rock his hips eagerly into hers. On his first eager thrust, he buried two thirds of his stiff cock inside her, her soft white lips spreading around him and squeezing pink flesh leaving a line of shiny liquids around his cock denoting how deep inside he managed to cram his aching cock.

Keith's second and third thrusts sank him even deeper within the willing leafeon, until only the last thick inch remained outside her, threatening entry with the urgent motions of his hips. And then he adjusted his stance, lifting his weight a little higher on his knees and started to eagerly fuck the leafeon.

Spring quivered in delight, soft flesh squeezing in earnest around the thrusting cock as he sank inside, her forepaws grasping reflexively at the covers and slick liquids welling up around his thrusting length as it was buried deep inside her. Keith's motions slowed, but became more intent, and the extra weight he put behind his hips slammed his cock into her, forcing her open that last wonderous inch and letting him go balls-deep in her squeezing, clenching cunny.

A soft, whimpered cry of delight left the leafeon as she felt the first hilt-deep thrusts in her new form, rocking her body back and forth while she clenched around his intrusion in reflexive quivers, inner flesh milking and squeezing around his cock in earnest. Her little cries of delight grew in volume as Keith set to fucking her with wild, deep humps, her hips jerking on reflex in time with his motions, while he made sure to bury every single inch of cock he could inside her with each potent thrust.

Keith gripped his arms around Spring, holding her steady as his hips pounded against her wildly, sliding back until he was only halfway inside her and then cramming himself back inside her with an urgent, stabbing motion. Impossibly soft flesh squeezed and coaxed around him, rhythmically clenching in soft, subtle motions that worked from her tight entrance, all the way to the gripping flesh deep inside her that cradled his tip every time he hilted in her.

A soft hiss left her clenched teeth as Spring tensed up and massaged around him. The motions of her inner flesh became more pronounced and urgent, soft pink walls squeezing around him as the leafeon arched and gave a high-pitched cry of delight, the wetness of her inner flesh becoming even more apparent as she orgasmed around him.

Keith pounded her with several more urgent thrusts, rocking her smaller form back and forth and feeling her wetness seeping out around his base as he rammed his stiff cock inside her over and over again, the wild clenching and squeeze of her surprisingly strong inner muscles almost too much for him to handle.

“Y-you want your first mouthful as a leafeon?" Keith gasped against her ear, reaching a hand down to play with her little clit as he fucked her hard and fast, soon rewarding him with more wild clenches of her inner muscles that significantly slowed his motions and made that insistent throbbing in his loins that much harder to ignore.

“L-lea!" Spring whined, struggling forwards away from him. Keith's cock slipped from her body, and immediately, the leafeon pushed out from between his arms and then turned around, staring up at him and then opening her mouth wide, chest heaving as she presented her tongue and the inside of her mouth to him.

Keith crawled forwards to meet her at the invitation, resting one hand on her head, flattening that little leaf-like structure between her ears as he lightly pulled her forwards an inch or two, even as he other hand grasping his cock and started to urgently jerk it off, aiming it right at that cute little face.

Spring tilted her head back, lowering her muzzle slightly and staring up at him, brown eyes shiny and eager as she laid her tongue out and moved to be right in the firing line.

Keith bit his bottom lip, and his hips gave a twitch and jerk as his cock started to throb in warning.

Spring reached forwards, grasping a paw around the base of his cock, and it made him blink, losing his focus for the smallest instant and looking down at her.

With the most wicked of smiles, Spring stared up at Keith.

And then she winked.

Keith was incredibly confused as he felt a familiar lurch in his stomach. Attract! He easily recognized it, especially after having it used on him so many times, but that had always been to melt away his refractory period and let him continue a shoot, what was the point of doing it before…?

Keith's wandering mind was snapped back to reality as Spring leaned in and grasped his cock with both paws, closing soft lips over him and bobbing on him urgently, suckling at him in eager motions. The throbbing in his cock redoubled, and she pulled back again, panting heavily and jerking him off intently with her little brown paws before opening up in front of his tip again.

Just in time, the first heavy burst of Keith's spunk splashed right against the roof of her mouth, splattering richly down over her tongue and laying thick and gooey in her mouth. And then the second spurt followed it, and then the third. Spring closed her mouth, wearing a fourth and fifth eager gush of cum over her muzzle and face as her paws slowly stroked over him.

Keith groaned in delight, staring down at the leafeon, panting and smiling a little bit. “Enjoyed that?"

Spring nodded eagerly, staring up at him and then opening her mouth. The cum splattered over her cute little face was matched by the gooey load of his mess that sat heavy over her tongue, pooling at the back of her throat.

Keith could only watch as she closed her mouth and swallowed, and then something he didn't expect happened.

Spring leaned forwards, giving his tip a few earnest licks, and then dove her muzzle over him and began to suckle at him in earnest while rapidly jerking him off in time with the bobs of her muzzle.

Keith's teeth bared in a hiss of surprise and overstimulation, his hips jerking slightly and hands automatically finding the leafeon's ears, trying to pull her off his cock.

And then a familiar tickle rose up in his loins as the horrible realisation sunk in of what she had done to him!

By using attract after orgasm, she could melt away his refractory period… but by using it before, she could make his refractory period not even exist!

Keith's level of pleasure hadn't dwindled after his orgasm, and when Spring started working him again with her mouth and soft little paws, it was like he'd never even orgasmed at all!

Shuddering, Keith gripped the base of her ears in his palms, and started to eagerly fuck her muzzle, tugging that soft muzzle down over his cock again and again, feeling her nose pushing into his pubic hair every time his hips rose to meet her bobbing motions. She suckled around him so sweetly and eagerly, nursing on his cock intently, that he could feel the rushing tension of his orgasm returning already!

With a gasp, Keith pulled her off his cock, leaving it throbbing and jerking wildly in the air in front of her, a dribble of precum spurting from the end.

Spring lunged forwards and caught him his tip in a heated kiss and a wild suckle, and Keith gasped again, groaning softly and then pulling her muzzle back over his tip, shoving her down to the hilt.

Soft lips cradled around the base of her cock, and Keith stiffened as his cock tensed and throbbed urgently, and then he came again. An eager gush of human spunk rushed up from his cock, splashing over the back of her throat, pumping nice and deep in the back of her muzzle.

Spring swallowed around him urgently, nursing on him with little bobs and twists of her muzzle as he came again. Each time she swallowed another gooey gush of his spunk, Keith would hiss and jerk against her, the soft, gentle tugging of her swallows just sending his pleasure spiking even higher.

Each tug and gyration of her tongue and muzzle against his tip increased Keith's pleasure, keeping him stuck in a state of orgasm that had no end in sight, just cumming more and more urgent gushes of his spunk to splash down the back of her throat.

With a gasping shudder, Keith tugged himself from her muzzle, bodily holding her muzzle away from his cock as he spilled another wild burst over her cute little face.

Keith's cock stopped twitching, just throbbing steadily now, drooling a small line of cum from the tip as his chest heaved. With no refractory period, his orgasms just didn't end. There was no drop off, just wild pleasure that ebbed and weakened the longer he went without stimulation.

But there was no relief. Even with mind-numbing pleasure, without the relief and refractory afterwards, there was no satisfaction, no completion.

Spring stared up at him, her face marked with his spunk, and gave him her most innocent, angelic smile, licking her lips and giving a teasing little 'Leea?'

Keith's cock throbbed angrily, and his eyes narrowed down at Spring, completely unconvinced by her smile. Strong palms gripped her, and he rolled her over onto her back, ignoring her fake cries of protest and pulling her to the edge of the bed.

With his cock throbbing wildly in the air by her hindlegs, Keith pulled Spring over until her rump was on the edge of the bed and he could stand by the bed itself, leaning down until the underside of his cock could grind slowly against that soft leafeon flesh.

“Leeeea?" Spring queried, staring up at him with her cum-covered face, little brown paws pulled up to her chest and the most innocent of smiles plastered across her muzzle.

Keith stared down at her, and then grasped one of her hindlegs, spreading her thighs and pulling back until his tip could find her entrance again, teeth baring as he gripped her hips with his other hand and slammed himself home inside her.

Spring gave a loud cry of delight and surprise as he went balls-deep in her again with zero warning, her soft inner flesh squeezing around him intently once more, coaxing that angrily-throbbing cock throbbing within her.

Keith leaned over her, and then started to thrust once more, chest heaving with his exertions, sliding his hips back until his tip almost slipped out of her and then shoving back inside, rocking her little body with the impact of the motion.

“L-lea! Leaf!" Spring panted, forepaws grasping around one of his wrists as he continued to pound her. Each time he buried inside her, the impact of his hips and the thrust of his cock deep inside her was met with a deep clench that started from the entrance of that supplecunny and squeezed around him all the way to his tip, almost like the leafeon was trying to milk out the cum inside him.

With a shudder, Keith leaned over Spring further, and started to urgently rut the leafeon, his motions growing shorter and more urgent, feeling that powerful tension in him rising again as his roiling orgasm came back to the surface.

“F-fuck!" Keith growled, and grasped the leafeon tightly, holding her in place as he shoved himself inside her, buried as deep as he could go as his cock jerked and quivered, and then started to unload inside her. Hot gushes of human spunk splashed across her insides, and Spring clenched up around him, spasming against him wildly as she too was pushed over the edge into another orgasm.

Keith's eyes widened as Spring clenched and milked around him, soft inner flesh grippinghim with that potent grasp and squeezing at him, those muscles deep inside grasping around his tip and almost massaging around it. His hips seized up on instinct, and he almost whited out as he rocked urgently against her on reflex, caught hilt-deep in the orgasming leafeon while she clenched and coaxed and squeezed around him, keeping him in a state of steady orgasm that completely ruined his ability to concentrate on anything except for the wild coaxing around his hyper-sensitive flesh.

There was no way to know how long it lasted for, but finally, finally, Keith felt his orgasm peter out into the welcoming embrace of a deliciously heavy weariness.

Spring clenched around him again, and he hissed in pain. With a grimace, Keith slowly pulled his hips back, painfully, excruciatingly aware of every single millimeter of his and her flesh that contacted as he drew himself out of the squeezing tunnel of wonderfully horrible flesh.

Keith stared between them, vaguely aware of the fact that Spring's inner thighs, lower belly, and definitely tailbase were all coated in a sticky mess of his and her own cum, and he was also aware of the fact that he couldn't really feel his legs.

With a shudder, Keith rolled off her, dropping heavily onto his shoulder.

“Don't you ever fucking… do… that… ag…" Keith didn't even manage to finish his admonishment before blissfully exhausted sleep took him.

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Keith awoke to the sound of tapping at the glass door leading to his room from the deck.

With a low groan, Keith stirred awake, pulling himself over onto his side and then propping himself up shakily with one arm.

“Lea…" Spring murmured, giving a languid stretch, forepaws reaching outwards and tail thwapping against the bed a few times.

Keith stared across at the sprawled leafeon, his brow furrowing. He opened his mouth to say something, but Spring blinked her eyes open and looked at him, giving him the most smugly coquettish smile.

Keith narrowed his eyes, and then just shook his head.

Spring giggled at him, and then closed her eyes again, resting chin back on her forepaws.

The insistent tapping came at the door again, and Keith reached down to find his pants, pulling them up and then heaving himself to his feet to move over to the door, pulling the curtain aside to find a wingull staring up at him expectantly.

Keith paused at this sight, and then belated reached for a basket on the counter containing poketreats, unwrapping one of them and then opening the sliding glass door just far enough to drop the treat outside.

The wingull snapped up the treat before it even hit the ground and then perched on the railing outside, working its beak over the chewy treat.

Keith gave a long, slow stretch, and a faint groan, moving over to flick the kettle on. He caught sight of Aleda and Tammy curled up in respective balls of gold and auburn fluff, and the much larger form of Fayah was sitting in her usual corner, facing the room, long spiky hair covering one of her eyes.

Keith felt stiff and sore, like he'd run a marathon the previous day. There was an energy-draining pit in his stomach that just sapped him of his strength, made his arms feel heavy and his attention span incredibly limited.

It wasn't until Keith was adding sugar to his coffee that he realised there was a lucario staring at him from outside the door.

Keith blinked once, doing a double-take, and then reached over to unlock the door, pulling it open an inch of two. “Uh, good morning Lucia."

“Cario," Lucia responded blankly, stepping inside the sliding door and then closing it behind her.

Keith tipped the milk into his cup, and then put the jug down, turning back towards the lucario. “Alice tied up with Atlas?" Keith asked sympathetically, “If you need somewhere to hang out the-"

Lucia punched him in the shoulder, hard.

Keith grit his teeth with a faint hiss of pain, leaning back against the counter with a pained, helpless chuckle, holding his shoulder. “I am so beyond too exhausted for this."

Lucia perked an ear, and then punched him again, in the same spot.

Keith grit his teeth, feeling his entire arm going numb.

Lucia went to hit him again, but this time, he juked to the left. Lucia let her momentum carry her past him a little bit, and Keith took the advantage to swing around behind her and shove her into the counter, forcing her forwards with a forearm against her shoulders, bending over the counter with his weight.

“Woah that worked," Keith said, surprised, giving a little bit of a chuckle.

Lucia looked up, staring at him in the reflection of the mirror her nose was almost pushed against, and she straightened her legs slightly, pushing her rump up into his crotch and curling her tail against him amorously. “Caaar?"

Keith grimaced slightly at the touches. Even inadvertently bending a lucario over a counter wasn't enough to get him excited. He was just far too exhausted from what Spring had done to him.

“Look, Lucia, I'm sorry but-" Keith was only partway through an apology when Lucia shoved him to the side. She used her smaller stature to dart down low, putting her centre of balance well below his own as she grasped around his middle, throwing him over her body and sprawling him out heavily on his back on the soft, plush carpet.

Keith stared up at the ceiling a moment, more surprised and disoriented than stunned or winded, as Lucia pivoted and did an acrobatic cartwheel flip to land straddling his hips, knees parted on either side of him while she quickly grasped his wrists and pinned them above his head.

Lucia smirked down at him, red eyes shining with delight, her hips giving a slow arch against his own as she gave a heated little 'Caaario'.

And then Fayah's fist smashed into the side of Lucia's muzzle so hard that the lucario went tumbling off Keith, staggering, stunned, on one knee and leaning heavily against the couch in the middle of the room for balance.

“Lycan!" Fayah snarled, stepping over Keith and charging towards the lucario.

Aleda and Tammy both went bounding off the couch as the combined weight of two pokemon smashed in to the side of it, bowing the couch in the middle with the audible crack of wood breaking. Fayah slammed Lucia into the back of the couch, one powerful paw holding the lucario down, wrapped around her throat, while the other gave a vengeful punch directly to the lucario's midsection.

Fayah was lifting her paw to strike again when Keith managed to get up behind her, grabbing her collar and yanking it backwards as hard as he could. “Fayah, stop!"

The lycanroc was jerked backwards, and her fist immediately lowered, her ears splaying back, breathing a little heavily around the stranglehold of the collar around her throat.

A soft noise left the prone form of Lucia, and Keith released Fayah's collar to move around her and check on the lucario, leaning over the broken couch to check on her. A soft groan rose from the prone pokemon, and Keith reached down to grasp her wrist to pull her upright.

Lucia's eyes shot open, and she immediately rolled backwards on reflex, one of her feet giving a rather sharp kick right to Keith's jaw as she rolled to a standing hand-plant and then back on to her feet, before staggering and dropping to one knee.

Keith's head was snapped backwards by the reflexive kick, and his hands flew to his jaw, his teeth aching from being sharply smashed together, and he fell clumsily onto his butt, grimacing in pain.

“Lycan!" Fayah snarled, lunging over the broken couch and catching Lucia with a powerful moving clothesline. It was strong enough that Lucia's legs flew up into the air and she almost flipped back over onto her front, her body making an audible thud against the floor with so much weight it sounded like someone had dropped furniture.

“Fayah, no!" Keith growled, spitting out a glob of blood, charging after both pokemon and catching Fayah by the collar again.

The lycanroc whimpered at the grasp, and Keith grabbed a handful of her hair, pulling her head backwards until she was bending over backwards. “Leave her the fuck alone!" he snarled.

Fayah growled, staring up at him, held in that bent-over position, her teeth baring as she glowered at him. She twisted, and Keith was reminded of her true strength as she very calmly grasped his wrist and twisted it far enough that he swore he felt muscles tearing, before she pushed him very powerfully in the chest with one palm.

Keith found himself on the carpet again, staring up at the ceiling, right next to the prone form of Lucia.

It took him a full minute to get his bearings back enough that he could wince and roll back onto his knees, crawling towards his room. Fayah was back in her corner, glowering at both him and Lucia. Keith ducked in to the room, picked up Fayah's pokeball, and then returned to the main room, staring down the aggressive pokemon.

“Maybe next time I let you out of the ball, you'll fucking behave," Keith growled, aiming the pokeball at the lycanroc.

Fayah just glowered at him unwaveringly as she was consumed by the red glare of the pokeball. And then, it was over.

Keith winced, tossing the pokeball vaguely towards the bed, half hoping it rolled behind the bed and was never found again. He turned, and then moved to kneel beside Lucia's prone form, sighing. He hooked an arm under her head, and one under her knees, picking up her slight form in a bridal carry to take her next door and try to explain to Alice why her lucario had been beaten unconscious again.

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After a week of being cooped up on the ship, Keith was glad to be back on dry land, stretching his legs with a soft groan and a shudder. Aleda, Tammy, and Spring all stepped down off the gangplank, likewise relieved to be back ashore.

The towering buildings of 'The Big Orange' loomed over them, shining in clear sunlight. An occasional cloud scudded across a perfectly blue sky.

“There you are!" Fiona said, jogging down the beach towards them. She was wearing a red swimming top and a sarong, with her sandals kicking up sand as she moved. “How are you?"

“Dreading the next time Lucia gets me alone," Keith said with a helpless smile, glancing towards the deck of the ship. He swore he could see the lucario at the railing, staring at him. Alice had refused to let Lucia return to his room, and Keith felt a certain air of wild frustration from the pokemon.

“Are you okay?" Fiona pressed, coming to a stop in front of them and immediately bending over to pick up Spring, checking her over for injuries.

Keith adjusted the strap of his backpack, and then gave a half-hearted nod. “Nothing that wouldn't heal. I'm still a little tender at the back of my head, but otherwise, the headaches have stopped."

“Nine," Aleda added, waving a paw dismissively.

“Vul!" Tammy ended, stamping her little forepaw in the sand.

“We have a meeting scheduled with Silhouette. Once Alice is here we'll head up to the headquarters."

Keith looked back over his shoulder at the ship. “Maybe she's getting one last 'turn' in with Atlas?"

Fiona grimaced. “You let her have his pokeball? Rookie mistake."

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An hour later, after a short lunch in a quiet mini-kitchen on a high floor of the Violet Enterprises Tower, Keith, Alice, and all of their pokemon were ushered by Fiona in to a meeting room.

Sitting at the table was Jerome, hands clasped in front of himself, expression unreadable behind his reflective glasses. Cassandra, the alakazam in charge of security at Violet Enterprises, was also seated at the table, with a glowing keyboard and flat-screen monitor set up at her side of the large table. In the centre of the table was a strange circular device with a cord snaking off the table and outside of the room, and it took Keith a few moments to recognize it as some kind of camera device. It had an arrangement of lenses, more than a dozen of them, offering a circular view of the room.

The 'recording' light was on.

Jerome made a motion with a hand for Keith and Alice to sit, and they both took chairs at one side of the large table.

Fiona moved to sit across from Jerome. Aleda snorted and moved to one side of the room to curl up and rest chin on her tails, while Tammy quickly followed. Spring had already wandered off back to her rightful place at the H.Q. and Lucia was left to stand awkwardly behind her sitting trainer, shooting furtive glances at Keith every now and again. So close, yet so far away.

Cassandra watched them all; slowly, carefully twirling her spoon.

“Silhouette will be joining us by video call," Jerome said, motioning towards the screen above and behind him. The screen flicked on and a black background with a white pokemon footprint appeared on it. He turned towards Alice, inclining his head. “I am Jerome, second in command of Violet Enterprises. You have already met Fiona."

“Hello, sir," Alice said, nodding her head respectfully.

“Please," Jerome said, making a motion with a hand towards Keith, “Tell me what happened in Ecruteak, leave no detail out."

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“And that's about it," Keith finished lamely, swallowing over his now-dry throat. Alice and he had just finished explaining their entire excursion to Ecruteak.

“And you are all in good health?" Jerome asked.

Keith nodded. “For the most part."

“Lucia was recovering well, but..." Alice added, opening her mouth as though to say more, but then pausing and deciding against it. “Never mind. She's fine."

Jerome moved his stare to the lucario, and then back to Alice. “And what secret information were you privy to?"

Alice shrunk a little under Jerome's stare, but her voice was steady as she responded, “You guys have a suicune. The suicune. Or had it. Or know where it was."

Jerome arched an eyebrow. “And what makes you think this?"

Alice looked sideways at Keith and then held Jerome's stare. “I saw the suicune… fibres you had in the case. They weren't fossilized. And they weren't from a regular pokemon. Not in a display case like that. There were notes all around with 'suicune' written on them, and some kind of diagram with a suicune sketch and a bunch of other pokemon drawn underneath."

“So you did not know what was going on there?" Jerome asked carefully.

Alice frowned a bit. “You were trying to clone suicune?"

“No, actually," Jerome said with a thin-lipped smile. “You helped save our research on devolution."

“Devolution?" Alice asked, blinking once. “Wow. That's… crazy."

“We were ready for our first trial," Jerome said, motioning towards Keith.

“Ah, so Summer-errr, Spring, she was the first test?" Alice queried.

Jerome nodded. “Yes, she would have been our first test subject, had the fight not destroyed a large amount of the research and smashed the fridge containing the solutions."

Alice grimaced. “Sorry…"

Jerome waved off her apology. “You saved much of our research, and the… opponent, did not acquire what he was after."

“What was he after?" Keith interjected.

Jerome turned slightly to regard Keith with a level stare. “Suicune fibres, as Alice suggested. We have… stumbled across a place where suicune roosted, and acquired genetic material there. If our… opposition were to get their hands on that material they might be able to track down suicune."

“So… suicune is real?" Keith asked carefully.

Fiona pursed her lips, staring at him for a long moment. “Yes, she is real."

Keith arched an eyebrow. “...She?"

Fiona gave a laugh that was a little bit too easy. “Just look at suicune. You think that's a male? She's gorgeous. Even if suicune doesn't have a gender, she's still female."

“I… see," Keith said, holding Fiona's gaze. Fiona looked away, checking her nails, and Keith's eyes narrowed.

Jerome made a motion towards the screen above and behind him. “Is this person the person that accosted you?"

The screen flickered and showed a grainy picture of the man that had attacked the laboratory.

“That's the guy," Keith confirmed.

“Agreed," Alice chimed in.

“James Montgomery. Known to acquaintances as 'Jimbo'. Ranked twenty-third in a pokemon battle tournament in Kanto last year," Jerome listed, steepling his fingers.

“Twenty third? That's not that great," Alice snorted.

Jerome turned his piercing stare on her. “With his lycanroc alone."

Alice paled slightly. “Oh."

“He is also an actor and agent of 'New Moon Studios', a staunch opponent and business competition for Violet Enterprises. It would appear that this latest act was corporate sabotage at best… a coordinated effort to find suicune at worst."

“Uhhh, speaking of that pokemon before," Keith interjected, giving a nervous smile.

Jerome turned a stare on him that could have cracked a glacier.

“I told you that during the fight, I returned the lycanroc to the pokeball to stop the fight. I kind of… forgot to give the pokeball to the police."

“You stole the lycanroc?" Jerome asked emotionlessly.

“Keith!" Fiona scowled.

Keith shrunk slightly in his seat. “I didn't even realise.... Okay, whatever. Fuck it. Yes I stole his pokemon. I was going to throw her in the ocean."

“Her?" Jerome asked carefully.

“Her," Keith affirmed, pursing his lips. “She's a monster. The strongest pokemon I've ever seen. She was in the process of beating Aleda, Atlas, Lucia, and Spring all at the same time. I wasn't giving that back to the guy who attacked us."

“Understandable intentions," Jerome responded.

Fiona gave a double-take. “What? You agree with what he did? He stole a pokemon!"

“From a certain point of view." Jerome made a motion with a hand, “There has been no police report filed about the pokemon being missing… has there?" he turned to look at Cassandra.

Cassandra tapped some keys on her keyboard, and then shook her head.

“And so the matter is settled. Unless the authorities are involved, the pokemon will remain in the company of Keith," Jerome commanded.

Keith baulked. “I don't want her! I was going to throw her in the ocean! She's crazy! She beat up Lucia again on sight!"

“And yet you didn't throw her in the ocean," Jerome stated simply.

Keith huffed, pursing his lips. “No. I didn't. But I wanted to."

“But you didn't," Jerome repeated. “In less than five minutes, you will request that you can keep her."

Keith stared. “That's a mighty bold statement."

Jerome adjusted his glasses. “Did you bring her?"

Keith nodded hesitantly.

“Please bring her out," Jerome said calmly.

Lucia straightened, red eyes narrowing. Cassandra stiffened, and Fiona shook her head. “That's a bad idea."

Jerome held up a hand for silence. “Keith, the pokemon, if you will."

Keith frowned, but reached into his pocket, producing the old pitted pokeball that contained Fayah, enlarging it in his hand and then releasing the lycanroc.

Fayah resolved in a flash of red light, her ears splayed back, red eyes glowing sullenly at Keith, shifting to take in her new surroundings.

Lucia gave a growl of warning, and even Aleda uncurled from her ball of tails to ready herself in case she was needed.

“Please, remain calm," Jerome said, holding up a hand. “Fayah, please come here."

Fayah turned to look at the newcomer, and then stomped over to stand next to his chair.

Fiona leaned further back in her own chair, and her hand gripped a pokeball in her pocket rather tightly.

“That's a very pretty name," Jerome said, lifting a hand to hold the bone-shaped metal plate bearing her name that was attached to her collar.

Fayah stared at him, her ears splayed back fully. “Ly… can?"

Jerome released the name plate, and then rested his hands in front of himself again. “Cassandra, please find Fayah's video for me. Put it on the screen. Fayah, you may return to Keith."

Fayah scowled, but did as asked, stomping back around to where Keith was, and crouching in place, resting her fists on the floor, her chin almost resting on the table, glowering sullenly at everyone.

Keith crossed his arms, leaning back in his chair and gazing up at the screen behind Jerome where a video was playing.

“You like that, you fucking bitch?" A male voice said. Keith immediately recognized it as James' voice. Jimbo.

The camerawork was awful, most likely a hand-held unit given the way the screen shook. But the scene was visible enough. Fayah had had her wrists shackled, and a rope tied through the links of her shackles. Her arms were being pulled out in front of her, and she was on her stomach on a table. A rope was stretched taught over her midsection, binding her in place on the cheap furniture. 'Jimbo' was behind her, fucking her deep and rough. Another male stood at her front, fucking her mouth with eager humps.

But this didn't feel like a scene. Somehow, it felt more perverse. It felt like abuse.

The man at her face was grabbing her ears and fistfuls of her hair, shoving her head down onto his cock with little regard for the lycanroc, ignoring her soft gagging noises. Fayah's arms were limp, the shackles and rope having a good deal of slack in them. She wasn't even fighting what was happening.

“I think the bitch likes it!" the male at her front said, viciously grabbing her muzzle and pulling it tight to his crotch, burying her nose in his pubic hair.

The camera moved to show a shot of Fayah staring up at the human.

Keith could only stare, aghast, at the dead look in Fayah's eyes. It was like the lycanroc wasn't even there. There was no life, no joy, no sparkle, no emotion.

Keith stared sideways at Fayah, brow furrowed. “Fayah… was this…?"

Fayah splayed her ears back, staring sullenly up at him. “Lycan."

“Was it… consensual?" Keith asked plaintively.

Fayah paused for far, far too long, and then gave a half-hearted nod, and then hung her head, ears splaying back fully.

Keith could only stare at her, aghast. “Turn it off," he said quietly but firmly.

Jerome mode a motion, and Cassandra ended the video.

Some of the lycanroc's peculiar behavior made sense now. An awful, disturbing sense.

“I…" Keith trailed off, and then turned back to Jerome. “I'm sorry. I'll keep her."

“As I thought," Jerome responded emotionlessly.

“So… is that… normal for that company?" Keith asked flatly.

Jerome nodded. “It is not atypical. Many of their works are done without the permission of the pokemon featured, and often 'under orders' by their trainers."

Keith grimaced. “That's… abhorrent."

“I concur," Jerome stated. “We are actively engaged in attempts to force them out of the market. Legal challenges are… problematic for several reasons. And their response to our pressure is corporate sabotage, as you saw."

Keith frowned deeply, sparing a glance for Fayah and then turning back to Jerome. “What do you want me to do?"

“I want you to continue your work for Violet Enterprise," Jerome said simply. “We are not enlisting you in a war. We are merely informing you of what happened. We are also going to appoint you a bodyguard."

“Please not the machamp downstairs," Keith said, paling slightly.

“We will find someone suitable to join you on your travels," Jerome started.

Cassandra tapped a key on her keyboard, and Jerome paused, arching an eyebrow at her.

“Really?" Jerome asked.

Cassandra nodded.

Jerome turned back to Keith and Alice. “Silhouette has sent through a message… they would like Alice and Lucia to be your bodyguard, Keith."

Alice spluttered, and then laughed. “I can't do that. I have a job."

Jerome arched an eyebrow at her. “A job that lets you travel frequently, tagging along behind Keith. Or were you only following him because he could give you access to Atlas?"

Alice's cheeks darkened, and she looked down at the table. “Well no… I've uh… I've been fascinated with this company for a while. Atlas was a… bonus."

“A hefty bonus," Jerome stated.

Fiona stared at Jerome. “Was that a pun?"

Jerome arched an eyebrow behind his glasses but didn't address the question. “Either way, we could… appoint Atlas or a similar pokemon to you as a partner for security and bodyguard purposes."

Alice stared, mouth agape. “What? You'd do that?"

“I am assuming Atlas has been very well taken care of during his tenure with you," Jerome asked carefully.

Alice flushed again, and then stared down at her knees. “Uhm… kind of."

Jerome arched an eyebrow.

Alice huffed, refusing to meet his gaze. “Yes okay I'm taking good… 'care' of him."

“Would you like to continue… 'taking care' of him on behalf of Violet Enterprises?" Jerome asked simply.

Alice worked her mouth once or twice, and heat rose in her cheeks. “I… yes. But my father…"

“Would know only that you work in an advisory position for Silhouette." Jerome responded.

Alice chewed on her inner lip, glancing up at Keith. “Is it… is it okay with you?"

Keith shrugged his shoulders. “I'm easy."

“I'll… I'll think about it," Alice said after a moment. “It's a… wow it's a big decision."

“Indeed," Jerome admitted. “Either way, unless you two have any questions, this meeting can end."

Keith frowned a little, rubbing his chin with a palm. “So… why can't you stop New Moon from doing their shit?"

Jerome arched an eyebrow behind his glasses. “Because legal challenge for pokemon erotica is hardly a simple process. We attempted to have their business shut down for pokemon abuse, but all of their work is 'contracted', and those pokemon being investigated mysteriously disappear, or inform the authorities that their work was consensual." Jerome made a motion towards Fayah. “You saw that firsthand."

Keith looked sideways at Fayah, and a low growl rose from the lycanroc's throat at Jerome's word. Ebony claws rent a line in the polished surface of the meeting table as she turned on her heel and stomped off to a corner of the room to turn and regard them with narrowed, angry eyes, arms crossed over her chest.

“Yeah…" Keith admitted, watching Fayah for a long moment before turning back to Jerome. “So… is there anything else you need from us?'

“Just what was said," Jerome responded with a dismissive wave of a hand. “We are only informing you because you got caught up in something I feel you were unprepared for."

Keith glanced back at Fayah, and then nodded wisely. “I wasn't prepared. I'll be ready next time."

“I should hope so," Jerome said, turning to look at Cassandra. “Is Silhouette satisfied?"

Cassandra paused, looked up from her screen, and then nodded. “Al."

Jerome turned back to Keith and Alice, “Very well, this meeting is concluded."

Keith nodded, scooping up Fayah's pokeball and turning towards her, lifting it. The lycanroc stared at him, ears pinned back and red eyes narrowing, one of her paws curling into a fist.

Frowning, Keith lowered the pokeball, and then pocketed it. He made a motion to the lycanroc uncertainly, beckoning for her to follow him. “C'mon Fayah… Let's… let's have a talk."