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«Going out again?» Keiran asks from the kitchen when he hears me grab the car keys.

«Yep! I've been looking forward to this all week!» I reply, stuffing them into my pocket.

«Leave some for the rest of us, okay?» he teases me.

«Uh! Excuse me?» Sheila replies from the couch with fake annoyance as she turns around.

«I was talking about the pizza!!!» he's quick to point out, remaining hidden behind the corner.

«Sure thing, buddy..!» I quietly comment, amused.

We agreed to hide my sexuality from his girlfriend, Sheila, and from any other common acquaintances, just to play it safe.

She thinks I'm going to a new human equivalent of the Swingshot, as Keiran quickly pulled out of his ass.

He walks out feigning innocence as he holds a bag of chips in his paw.

«So, any plans for tonight, love?» the lucario asks her.

«We just had dinner!» I interrupt to scold him, pointing at the snack.

«So did you, yet now you're gonna eat someone out!» he promptly retorts, pointing back at me.

«Keiran!» the braixen and I exclaim in unison.

«What?! I'm all muscles! I need a lot of calories to function!» he protests, trying to sell his impossible innocence harder.

I sigh, giving up with a defeated smile.

«See you later, K..! Bye, Sheila! Feel free to smack him if needed!»

«Bye, Samuel! Will do!» she replies.

«See you tomorrow, Sam! Don't get your face scarred again!» he quickly waves, teasing me about the incident yet again.

«And he was jo- OW!» I hear him cry out as I close the door, signaling the start of one of their play-fights.

I park in the same spot as the other week, but this time the old man isn't there to disapprove of me.

Hopefully, he just quit, or he had his smoke earlier.

I confidently enter the alley, knowing that there is nothing to fear, and as I turn the corner, I am faced with the neon sign once more.

«Now I know how you're still in business.» I comment, taking in the sight for a second.

Before I enter, though, I remember a detail from one of my conversations with Angela, so I kneel next to one of the potted plants, and I study its soil;

from up close, I'm actually able to see the tiny, semi-transparent honey pearls mixed with the dirt.

I bring a pinch of them to my nose, and I finally manage to detect the sweet scent that she, Keiran, and the others must have followed to find this place.

After cleaning my fingers as best as I can, I straighten my jacket and enter The Swingshot.

The gardevoir from last week turns around, smiling when she sees me.

«Welcome back! It's nice to see you again!» she greets me.

«Thanks! The feeling is mutual.» I reply, approaching the counter.

As I get closer, I realize that she is definitely more fidgety than last time, making me fear I did something wrong last friday.

«So, how do I sign up for a subscription?» I ask, trying to ignore it.

«Ah, about that..!» she replies with a nervous smile as her gaze moves away from me.

«Last time I skipped... quite a big step when I let you in..!»

She explains, opening a drawer to look for something.

I shift my weight on the other leg, curious and even more worried.

Finally, she pulls out a cotton swab and a vial filled with an unknown transparent liquid.

«What's that?» I inquire, narrowing my brows.

She hesitates, her eyes darting around some more before answering.

«It's... an STD tester. I need to collect a sample of your saliva. It's the law, unfortunately.»

«Oh.» I let out, surprised. «Well, we'll do what we have to, I guess.»

She seems instantly relieved, as the deep exhale that escapes her at my answer suggests.

«Thank you! You have no idea how much trouble we could get into if that's not taken care off correctly..!» she comments, lifting the swab with her telekinesis.

«Could you open your mouth, please? I promise I'll be very delicate..!»

After I follow her directions and let her gently collect a sample, she breaks the swab inside the vial, and she gives it a little shake.

For the next minute or so, her eyes keep darting between the liquid and the her watch as she seems to wait for something to change.

And finally, she lets out another breath of relief.

«Negative!» she cheerfully exclaims, a weight visibly dropping off her shoulders.

«What kind of membership were you thinking of? Weekly, monthly or yearly?»

«One year. I want to try one year!» I decide, pulling out Keiran's leaflet.

She nods, pleasantly impressed.

«That's quite a long trial..!» she jokes, offering me a form with a pen.

«One year would be 500, but with the discount the first payment comes down to 450; if that's okay with you, please fill this out. Cash or card?»

«Card, please.» I reply as I read the print; nothing out of the ordinary, aside from having to take a test at least once a week and the disclaimer that possible injuries or death are my own responsibility.

Fair enough..?

«Alright... Samuel. You're all set! Let me repeat myself: Welcome to The Swingshot; it's a pleasure to have you here!»

«The pleasure is all mine ..?» I reply, discretely leaning forward as I give her a mildly inquisitive look.

«Oh, I'm Rosaline! My boyfriend, Mark, prepared your drinks last week!» she tells me, pointing towards the lounge.

«We are the founders of The Swingshot, so if you're in need of anything, feel free to let us know!»

«Ah, so you're together!» I comment, surprised. «And yeah, I met him; thank Arceus he's a big dude, or his silence would have made him undetectable!»

She giggles in agreement, handing me a keycard.

«Yes, he doesn't speak much... He's a good listener, though!»

«Good to know; I'll be mindful of what I say around him...» I comment, waving at her.

«As long as you let him know if there's any trouble!» she concludes, smiling.

Taking one excited step after the other, I exit the corridor and end up in the lounge.

I'm still too shy to look at the other guests, so I just make my way to the counter and sit on the same stool as the other time.

«Hey, Mark.» I greet him with a nod.

This time, he's using his four arms to wipe the counter clean.

«Good evening.» he calmly replies, quickly glancing up from his task.

I wonder if he remembers my name.

He did know Angela's...

Speaking of which..!

I find enough courage to turn around for a split second to search for the avian, but she doesn't seem to be among the dozen of other mons sitting there.

Oh, well; hopefully she's enjoying her Saturday in other ways, and not working overtime.

«Well, I think it's high time I dealt with this situation.» I hear a feminine voice comment behind me, likely from one of the tables.

Once I turn around again, a lopunny stands up from her seat with confidence, and starts making her way over with a confident nonchalance.

My eyes follow her all the way to the seat next to mine, where she gives me her back and bends over, showing off her curves.

My eyes widen, especially after she places her mittens onto the footrest to handstand on it, slowly splitting her legs like a gymnast.

As she does so, she gives me an upside-down look that communicates adequacy.

I spot Mark quietly rolling his eyes, as if this were a common occourrence.

Finally, she clenches the seat between her calves, and she pulls herself up into an normal sitting position.

Then, she crosses her legs and pushes one of her long, fluffy ears back, giving me the same glance again.

«Sorry, had to stretch real quick...» she justifies herself as she gauges my reaction, speaking with a light Pacean accent. «A Julep, please.»

Mark puts the towels aside and quickly readies the ingredients.

«And for you, Samuel?» he asks.

My heart skips a beat as I hear my name; for some reason, part of me is happy he remembered it.

«A Rum and Cola, please..!» I reply, after a hint of hesitation.

«So, did you enjoy your time with the bird, last week?»

«Uh?» I stutter, taken aback.

She sighs with feigned impatience, not even trying to hide her amusement.

«Angela, the old staraptor hen. Was she any good? You seem to have already forgotten about her...»

«She was amazing. Why do you ask? Also-»

«Oh, good; you're easy to please! I did need a break from all the tough ones I've been getting lately...» she replies, lifting her arms to stretch her back, accentuating her small, furry breasts.

Oh, dear Arceus; I'm getting popular high school girl vibes..!

«Uh-uh..!» I nod nonetheless, deciding to watch Mark as he works instead.

«So, Samuel.» she starts again, putting emphasis on my name.

«What made you accept her invitation? Were you desperate, or do you just like predators? Or birds? Or older females..?»

Then she inches closer, a mischievous grin appearing on her face.

«Are you a mama's boy?»

I narrow my eyebrows, unsure on how to feel about the question.

«Don't be afraid, "dear"; I don't judge! As long as you have the assets I like, that is.»

«The Julep, Lana.» Mark suddenly interrupts, placing the drink in front of her.

It's surprisingly abundant; is he trying to shut her up?

«Ah, right. Thanks.» she comments with minimal interest, lifting the large glass as her amethyst-like eyes focus back on me.

«Do you have them, Samuel?»

«Angela said it was-»

«You think the old bird's approval will be enough to convince me?» she stops me, smirking.

«You know, being sliiiiightly younger and prettier, my stardards are... well, they exist, for starters!»

«And here is the Rum and Cola.» Mark sighs, interrupting her again.

«Do you mind?!» she protests against the unmovable machamp, furrowing her brows.

«So you're young and hot. And I should care because..?»

After a hint of surprise flashes on her expression, her cunning smile reappears.

«Don't play hard to get, big man! I know that not even a king could raise as many swords as I do..!»

If radiation and insecurities were the same, she would be a nuclear reactor.

«Yeah, I figured that.» I comment in response.

«But what can you tell me about yourself? I heard your name was "Lana", but that's about it...»

She rolls her violet eyes, frustrated.

«Are you here to fuck or to offer me a job?» she grumbles, holding her head up with her hand as she sips her drink, trying to appear bored.

«I'm just trying to get to know you.» I conclude, waiting for a proper answer as I do my best to remain patient.

«So you can hug me? Or comfort me with the belly story?» Lana comments sarcastically.«What's the point? We'll probably just have a one-night stand and forget each other's existence the next day.»

«Is that how all of your encounters end?» I retort with the same tone, irritation rising inside me. «I wouldn't be surprised, given your attitude..!»

She grins, her eyes widening ever so slightly.

«Growing bold, aren't we? What happened to the "good boy" that took advantage of Angela's maternal instincts?»

«I didn't take advantage of shit; she just wanted-!»

Breathe, Samuel; she's just an annoying little brat..!

Angela's needs are none of her business.

I sigh, stopping mid-sentence as I stare in the distance.

«Well? Go on~!» she teases me, trying to push me further.

«Is that really your ideal date? A quick hookup and then "see you, space cowboy"?» I turn back to her, skeptical.

She shrugs, unbothered.

«Yeah? What of it?»

«Isn't that... boring? And wasteful?» I point out. «I mean, buying a dildo and heating up some lube is way cheaper in the long run...»

«Nothing beats real flesh, big boy! Especially because it does the work for you!» she retorts, nudging me with her elbow.

«Also, a dildo would eventually get boring. You should know that, or you would still be jerking off to bird pictures on the internet..!»

I give her a skeptical look as I attack the rum and cola, which she imitates as she leans towards me.

«Are you really here just for the cuddles..? I thought I heard you had a lucario; does he never hug you? Or does the spike on his chest-»

«Get to the point.» I interrupt her, audibly putting the glass down.

Mark glances at me for a second, wary.

«You don't care about the emotions behind it. That's fine.»

I fully turn towards her, looming over her smaller figure.

«But I do. They're the main reason I came back a second time. I'm not a steam engine: I don't mindlessly push a piston back and forth.

Never did, never will.»

She listens with her arms crossed, seemingly unbothered by my sternness.

«Having said that: are you still interested in me?» I inquire nonetheless.

She shrugs as she purses her lips, her posture relaxing in an instant.

«Yeah! It's not a deal-breaker; I just find it... "silly", that's all!» she chirps.

I glare at her again as I take another sip.

«I'm just teasing you..! No need to get grumpy now~» she comments, playfully hitting my back with one of her large ears. «Tell you what: I bet I can make you forget about your "feelz"!»

«I bet I will pull yours out.» I retort, already starting to feel tipsy.

Mark was way too generous in his attempt to make her bearable.

She gives me a devilish smile as she moves her glass towards mine.

«A pleasure doing business with you..!» she jokes.

I sigh as the two recipients touch each other, their sound echoing through the room.

After some more drinking, I glance at the pokémon sitting in the back, occasionally observing us.

«Why don't they come here and talk?» I ask her, curious.

«The regular have come to... "know each other" fairly well, so they come early, order food and drinks, and wait for fresh meat to come in. If the latter does not happen, they just get together and enjoy a night with their friends.» Lana calmly explains.

«Simply put, there is no rush. Oh, and speaking of which: your sweet bird has given you some good publicity; they are just waiting for me to prove her right..!»

She pauses to rest her head on her hand, giving me a sly grin. «Or wrong.»

«You're that influential?» I comment, skeptical.

«Yep! It's your lucky day!» she replies, before challenging me with her gaze. «If you're willing to take a little gamble, that is..!»

«I'm sober enough to smell some fuckery on the horizon.» I grumble.

Her grin widens, revealing a pair of small buckteeth in the center, unique, yet not unpleasant.

«How sharp. I want to make our bet a little more... interesting, if you don't mind.»

«What's the prize?» I cut to the chase.

I can see her malice shining through her eyes.

«If you win, I will make sure they queue up to your dick.» she begins.

I narrow my eyebrows, trying to guess what she could want from me instead.

«And if I lose..?»

Her grin turns downright sadistic.

«Have you ever worn a leash?»

I purse my lips, underwhelmed.

«Uh. I thought worse...» I shrug.

«I am going to make you crawl down those stairs on all fours, naked as nature made you, pulling you along while you bark like a happy little lillipup..!» she then adds, almost hissing the words.

«...Oh.»

Even Mark stopped for a second, there.

«So, what do you say, big man? Are you feeling lucky?»

I weigh my options, worried.

I could just reject her and wait for someone else; Angela didn't need her seal of approval, and she is likely just inflating her actual influence.

On the other hand, if I make it, I would already be at two satisfied partners out of two, and her "good word" could actually get me closer to their "inner circle".

Also, it may be just the alcohol making my petty teenager self resurface, but I'm dying to make her eat her words.

But what if I fail?

If I don't break my neck pulling her stunt, I will never be able to show my face here ever again.

«Before dawn breaks, if you can.» she incites me, bored.

«Alright.» I finally decide. «Let's do this.»

From the way Lana is staring at me, she must be already trying to picture the leash around my neck.

«I'm so going to love this~!» she concludes, downing what's left of the Julep.

After I finish my own drink, we stand up, but as I reach for my wallet, she says «Put it all on my tab; it's no biggie.»

Mark nods in silence.

«You sure?» I ask, surprised.

She gives me one of her usual grins.

«Why, were you counting on playing the gentleman card?»

«No...» I hesitantly deny.

I offered because pokémon are often paid less than humans, even if they have the same job and experience.

Since it's quite a sensitive social topic to some, it's best if I leave it at that.

«Of course not! A "little" someone is going to pay me back anyway~» she adds, cupping my groin with her hands.

I take an instinctive step back, caught off-guard.

«Please, contain yourself. You know that you may appreciate your partner's body, but certain things are best kept in the bedroom.» Mark scolds her, particularly stern.

Lana rolls her eyes, annoyed.

«This is why you don't work at the reception..!» she grumbles, before pulling me by my sleeve.

«Come, Sammy!» she calls me, moving towards the stairs as she pulls her keycard out.

Strangely, that card looks way... "fancier"; it's must be made of silver-colored Bisharp steel, or it would not be able to remain intact with those deep, intricate "TS" etched patterns.

«We have... "business" to tend to..!»

«Which one?» I ask her.

«This one!» she chirps, swiping her card against the first green lock she finds.

«Uh. Lucky guess.» I comment, approaching her.

She tilts her head while giving me a look of superiority. «Let me guess: no subscription?»

«Just got one.»

She purses her lips, impressed.

«Uh! Good boy! So you know that now you don't need to ask Rosie a key, right? Unless she forgot to give you the card... again..!»

Then, she exuberantly spreads her arms.

«The world is your oyster, Sammy! Now come in and show me what you've got!»

As soon as I follow her inside, she hops back a couple of times before back-flipping onto the bed, landing belly up with her limbs fully spread out.

Her flex from earlier comes back to my mind; a lopunny's body is nothing short of amazing, as agile and flexible as they get, at that size..!

«Ah... comfy, ethically sourced ariados silk~!» she mutters, caressing the sheets with appreciation.

Once she hears me close the door, she sits up to look at me, smirking.

«Say, Samuel; with Angela, it was all smiles and friendliness from the start.» she begins.

«I, on the other hand, have caused quite the opposite; how does that make you...»

She leans forward as she spells every letter, mocking me.

«...F-E-E-L?»

«I am curious about your story, to be honest.» I reply, doing my best to ignore her tease. «I can tell you are not an average lopunny.»

She moves her ear back, feigning appreciation for a compliment.

«Guess we have a charmer, over here..!» she jokingly comments.

«Yes, but what I also mean, is that you think and act in a very specific way.» I insist.

«You are proud, cunning, and quick-witted. And you lured me into your trap without me even noticing until the last second.»

Her grin widens, likely in acknowledgment of how she screwed me over with her bet.

«Is your trainer some kind of businessman, or something?»

«Didn't know I was fucking Sherlock Holmes.» she comments. «But... something of the sort. What else can you tell?»

«Uh... You probably enjoy being in control way too much»

«Hm-mh...» she comments, sensually caressing her own soft, graceful thighs, likely trying to distract me.

«You got worried when I showed anger and disinterest-»

Suddenly, she moves the fur away from her groin, spreading open the slit between her two fluffy lips, showing off her pinkish flesh.

«Yes, sometimes I forget that even children can be a threat, especially when they're as big as you.» she admits, enjoying my reaction.

«But it doesn't last long. Have you warmed up your mouth yet, or do you need some more time to babble..?»

Nothing; she just doesn't give a shit!

But maybe, if I beat her at her own game first..!

«Very well, we'll talk about it later.» I conclude, clenching my fists.

«You will be breathless, later. Come here, gimme that cock!» she taunts me with an entertained grin.

I follow her on the bed, walking towards her on all fours.

By the way she's staring at me, she must like what she sees.

«Ah... without those clothes, it will be even better!» she comments, dreamy.

I lower my head to reach her labia, ready to start, when she interrupts me by cupping my chin.

«Now, now! I did say feelings are overrated, but you can't just go down on me so... boldly!»

I mean... that's fair.

«Right. My bad...»

She chuckles as she pets me, running her fingers through my hair.

«Aw! Don't worry; I'm not mad! But if you want to make it up to me, how about a little kiss to make peace~?»

Lana licks her lips seductively, gently pulling my face towards her own.

I have never actually seen a lopunny from this close; I can literally see the individual hairs on her cute muzzle and the pattern in her violet irises.

I feel particularly... drawn into the latter, for some reason, as if they were trying to suck me in, to the point that her silent, warm breath surprises me when it hits my face, mixing the taste of the Julep with her own grassy scent.

I may need to rethink my odds.

Her small tongue runs along my own, trying to force it to respond to the provocation, mimicking the rest of our interactions.

As a result, I can already feel my trousers becoming a constraint.

Eventually, I respond, starting to mix our salivas inside my mouth as our hands explore each other's body, allowing me to feel just how soft and silky her fur is.

Lana is clearly used to dealing with partners way bigger than her; her movements are quick and precise, always touching me in the right spots as if she's reading my mind.

And finally, she pulls back, drawing a bridge of saliva between us, which she quickly scoops up with her fingers and brings to her mouth.

«Eh! I bet that left you speechless already..!»

«Uh..!» I manage to let out, feeling strangely drained.

«As expected. Now, take off your clothes!»

Faster than I can even think, I free my torso first from my jacket, then from my shirt, all under her scrutinizing eye.

She purses her lips for a second as she stands up, studying my bared upper body.

«I thought worse. Now...»

With a swift movement, she pushes against my chest with her foot, making me fall on my back as she finishes the sentence.

«...Down, boy!»

Her words effortlessly make their way into my mind, as if she had the influence of a parent over their child.

Something is wrong.

The lopunny places her small foot onto my shaft, still trapped inside my trousers, and she begins to slowly rub it across its length.

«Well, this is positively surprising..! Not long, but not too short either. And... Just the right thickness.» she comments, a hint of desire glimmering through her magical eyes.

A surprisingly sweet smile lifts her cheeks.

«Not bad, Sammy. I'm almost tempted to let you resume your blabbers~»

Then, she taps my penis.

«Open up.»

Almost on their own, my hands remove my belt, casting it to the side before falling back down.

I can't move nor speak, and I am barely able to take my eyes off of hers.

Also, for some reason, my lips and tongue are tingling, as if that kiss had carried something over-

Fuck, I get it now..! How did I not think of it sooner?!

Her gaze feels like that because of "attraction", and she hit me with "sweet kiss" for good measure!

This cheating little bitch..!

She shifts her weight closer to my balls, grinning as if she could actually see what I'm thinking.

«I meant all the clothes, dummy! Urgh..! Form isn't everything, you know!»

Having said that, she pinches the zipper between her toes, carefully pulling down.

«Black underwear. I hope you're not trying to cover up some bad hygiene...» she teases me, looking at my tent. «...or I will make you lick yourself clean.»

The lopunny pulls down my underwear, inspecting my rod as if it were the prototype of a new product.

After a few seconds, she nods and pats my balls.

«Alright, it's acceptable.» she concludes, kissing my tip. «Well done, boy. Now, sit against the wall!»

Attraction makes me follow her every whim, so I have no choice but to place my back against the frame of the bed, wondering what her plan is.

«Good. Now, get ready to not move anything except for your mouth.» she says, standing up and giving me her back. «That should be easy for you..!»

In a split second, she bends backwards and does another handstand on my thighs, letting her feet fall against the bed-frame.

As my eyes study her small breasts as they follow gravity, they end up meet hers again, reinforcing her spell.

Judging by the wink the lopunny gives me, she might know that I know by now.

Then, Lana lowers her rear, almost bringing it against my face.

«I don't need to give the order, do I?» she croons as her breath falls on my groin.

Having said that, I feel the circle of her lips travel down my rod until it reaches the halfway point, from which it goes back up, slowing down to let her tongue tickle the edge of my glans.

As much as I hate to admit it, she's making Angela feel like a newbie..!

Sure, she does not have sharp talons and a beak limiting her, but still...

I close my eyes, blissful, when I feel the sweet taste of cheri berry spreading across my tongue, seemingly appeared out of thin air.

Opening them back, I find myself making out with her second set of lips, my hands reaching for her hips on their own, probably unaware that I'm watching them.

That last hit of attraction really took the wheel out of my hands.

This is almost scary..!

I grasp her soft yet muscular rear, spreading it with my hands as I go down on her.

Eventually, I hear her moan as she takes my entire shaft in, slurping it down her throat while she starts to play with my sack, her warm paws delicately massaging its skin.

Despite the overall numbness of my body, I can already feel my limit approaching.

Suddenly, I feel her fingers gently slide up my anus, reaching for my prostate.

For the first time since we started, my body remembers its independence from her will, and trembles in delight.

All of my nerves start relaxing, and my muscles soon follow suit.

Judging by her body suddenly slouching down, I guess I am not the only one.

However, because my tongue is still going on its own, uncaring of what it's targeting, I find myself rimming her, as her vagina lowered with the rest.

Thankfully, she must have prepared for a "fierce fight", so it's perfectly clean.

Her chuckle vibrates through my shaft.

Fuck..! I'm going to..!

Without even needing a warning, she greedily swallows the first two jets, not surprised by my climax, and she lets go of my rod just in time for the third one to hit her cheek.

She removes her legs from the bedframe and lies down on my torso, letting her feet rest to the sides of my face as she holds herself up to stare back at me.

«I guess I win~» she comments, using her finger to drag the stain from her cheek to her mouth.

«You... cheated..!» I finally manage to speak, frustrated.

As a response, she gives me the fakest customer support smile I've ever seen in my life.

«Oh? I'm sorry, mister! I don't think I follow-»

«Attraction... Sweet Kiss..!»

«Oh! Oh! I'm afraid that was all me, big boy!» she smugly retorts, leaving me unsure if she's boasting, twisting logic, or straight up lying to get under my skin.

«Yeah, that would be where those moves came from..!» I point out.

She lets out a sneering giggle.

«Alright, alright. But you should thank me, really!» she finally admits,.

«I saved you some breath! Now you can talk about your feelings a bit more..!»

«Afraid to lose, Lana?» I taunt her back, feeling a vein pulsate on my forehead out of sheer irritation.

She sighs, and gets into a lotus position.

«You really don't get it, do you?» she asks, almost sounding sorry for me. «It won't work, Sammy.»

I sit up as well, mirroring her.

«You might be the sweetest, most sensitive and emphatic thing on this side of the planet, but I can tell you, without a shadow of a doubt - and I know there are apex predators down there - that I'm the coldest, meanest bitch you'll ever find in here.» she calmly explains.

«It's just how I came out of the factory.»

I'm about to reply, when she puts her finger on my mouth, silencing me with an uncharacteristically soft smile.

«No, Sammy. Just... give up.»

I move her index away.

«Really, now..! To me, it seems like I've made a dent in the ice.» I observe, using one of her smirks against her.

Her eyes widen as she notices, then her usual grin comes back.

«Oh, shit! You might have had me, if you played your cards right! Why did you wake me up?!» she exclaims, chuckling.

I chuckle, savoring the small victory.

«You're the one who takes shortcuts here! I work hard for what I want!»

The atmosphere in the room suddenly changes, almost imperceptibly.

Her ear twitches for a second, as if that remark irritated her behind her smirk.

«Is that so?» she retorts, hiding almost perfectly a note of coldness as she stands up.

«Allow me to show you how short I can cut it, then..!»

Without a second of hesitation, she hops off the bed, and starts to dig into the bedside table's drawer.

«Last time, the lube was-» I try to suggest, but she instantly throws a condom like a ninja star, which stings me on the shoulder before bouncing off.

«Should be your shape.» she comments, jumping back on.

«The test said I was clean-»

«I can tell; but as much as an empathetic stud you may be, I don't want your kittens, big boy..!» she interrupts me, raising a brow.

I narrow my eyebrows, perplexed by her explanation.

«Human-like plus Field egg group: there is a reason some of us are more "human-shaped" than others.» she lets me figure out for myself, raising her brows.

«Ah. I see.» I finally nod, surprised.

She nods back with a cocky smile, before quietly looking down at the condom, and back at me.

Before we have another Angela situation, I open the small package, and put it on, still thinking about her reaction.

«Good, now let me work my magic...»

«You seemed upset-» I try to bring up the topic.

«I'm fine.» she clearly lies, her smile faltering. «Nothing I haven't dealt with before.»

«I didn't want to insult-»

«I know..! Stop worrying about me already..!» she interrupts me with a clearer hint of irritation, while still making sure I have worn my condom properly.

«Lana-»

«Quiet!» she authoritatively stops me, fully turning her attention to me.

«One thing is caring about your partner's comfort, asking them about their day, and listening to anything they'd want to share or get off their chest; probing them constantly is a whole different beast, Samuel. We don't know each other, and I don't need a therapist.»

I lower my gaze as I understand her fair point, apologetic. «I see. I'm sorry.»

After a few seconds of silence, she sighs.

«Keep your chin up; you are still allowed to make mistakes, especially when you mean well and you're still green.»

Then, she sits down, spreading her legs.

«But try to respect people's boundaries, okay?»

Then she smirks, trying to lighten the mood. «Why don't you violate this hole, instead..?»

I look at her, unconvinced.

She groans, rolling her eyes.

«I'm not mad at you! It's just super-hard to shut you up!» She reassures me. «And you needed to hear that, trust me..!»

«Yeah, I guess-»

«You wanna REALLY make it up to me? Come here and stick it in: it will makes us both feel better!» she interrupts me again, spreading her legs and lips further.

I glance at her folds, and then back at her.

«Before a beedril nests inside it, if you can..!» she mutters with a sigh.

I chuckle; Keiran loves saying stuff like that, and it never fails to be endearing.

I move closer, until I get on top of her under her watchful gaze.

An enigmatic smile escapes her lips, sending a small shiver down my spine.

«How gentle should I..?» I ask, trying to get that expression off her face.

She tilts her head forward and raises an eyebrow,.

«I once took a Zebstrika; no offense, but if you were planning to hurt me with it-»

My eyes widen in surprise at the mention of her feat.

«Not ALL of it..!» she clarifies, annoyed. «Believe it or not, I'm bound by the laws of physics, too!»

«Ah, it was just a reassurance, got it!» I realize, lining myself up. «Was it painful, by the way?»

«Yes, as a matter of fact; I satisfied my curiosity on the hype they get, but I don't think I'll ever do it again..!» she admits, looking at my groin.

«But seriously; you can go on. If you can get to my cervix, you'll do me a favor..!»

I push my glans against her opening, gently spreading it open as it makes its way through.

Her eyelids seem to grow heavier as I move forward, her walls constricting me.

Compared to the foreplay, this is far more... "sober".

Is she compromising for me?

«Do you need more lube?» she asks. «You're going pretty slow...»

«I'm good, just... "coring".»

She narrows her eyes. «You know that "plowing the field" is figurative speech, right?»

«I'm just checking how deep it is!» I retort right before hitting her bottom and getting a contraction.

She is roughly the same as Angela, maybe a couple of centimeters deeper.

The lopunny hisses, hopefully out of pleasure.

«Congratulations..! You struck gold..!» she comments, struggling to keep her eyes open. «You can start mining, now..!»

Keeping track of her depth with the same fingers I'm holding the condom with, I start pumping.

«Finally..!» she lets out after a few thrusts, finally relaxing her back and covering her eyes with her arm, the other reaching for a pillow to grasp.

As I study her exposed body, I feel a sudden surge of pettiness; this is my chance to win..!

While I keep rocking my hips back and forth, I carefully run my free hand across her toned abdomen, feeling her velvety fur as it caresses me back, and eventually ending up on her breasts.

Once I find one of her nipples, I gently circle it with my index, looking for any subtle change in her demeanor.

Her breath hitches slightly, but otherwise, her body language doesn't change.

Maybe my tongue would be more effective..?

Keeping my eyes on her, I lean down until I feel her fur on my chin, and after uncovering it as best as I can, I start licking the fleshy ring.

A soft grin appears on her mouth, and she frees one of her eyes to spy on me.

«I appreciate the attempt... but I'd rather you put all that effort on my clit, instead..!» she suggests, amused.

Well, fuck me..!

I straighten my back to distance myself, embarrassed by my failure, and once I bring my free hand on her mons venus, I gently stimulate the hood with my thumb.

Lana hisses again, satisfied.

«Uh~ That's the stuff..!» she mumbles, clenching the pillows with her fingers.

Is there any way I can flip the script without my hands?

I can't reach her with my tongue, and words don't seem to do it for her.

Have I really lost already?!

A shiver runs down my spine as I think about the stairs, but a soft moan escapes the lopunny's lips as her contractions grow stronger.

Maybe I can take advantage of her afterglow to cuddle with her..!

Unexpectedly, her tiny hands reach mine right over her clitoris as she mumbles something to herself.

Finally, she emits a final sigh, and she trembles as a series of strong contractions squeeze my rod.

I have to admit: for being such a devil of a pokémon, she is adorable when she orgasms..!

I hold onto her hands, and I am ready to caress her again when my eyes fall on the condom I didn't even need, in the end.

Thinking about it, how did I not cum from all of that..?

I feel some of that "build-up", but it's way weaker than it should be.

Also, my tip feels a bit numb...

Right next to us, I spot the torn packaging, and I read "Extra Endurance" at its bottom.

A delay condom..?

Out of nowhere, Lana's grip moves to both of my hands. «...I have you exactly where I need you..!» she whispers with a sultry voice.

And with that, she pounces on me, making me fall on my back before ripping the used rubber from my organ.

Like a magician, she quickly snaps her fingers and makes another condom appear, on which I manage to read "stimul-".

«I didn't even finish yet..!» I protest.

With a single swift move, she brings the condom from its packaging to my rod; it looks way ticker and more resilient than the previous one, and it has an oddly menacing black color.

«Don't worry about it, Sammy~! I will fix that in a second..!» she retorts, patting my chest as she pulls out a strange bottle of lube from under the mattress.

«How much of this did you plan?» I ask, more surprised by the second.«And when?!»

She glances at me and shrugs, proud of herself.

«Hm. I pretty much schemed this whole step while we were eating each other out. Sneaking out a bottle of lube from a big baby's sight is also a piece of cake, if you're quick enough.»

By the look she's giving me, I think she expects me to admit defeat, at this point.

«And now what's the plan?» I inquire instead, studying the new condom as I feel trapped.

As she pours the lube on it, she lines up her rear with my rod.

«I'll finish off your sensitive little ass with my own, obviously!» she exclaims with a wicked smile. «Feeling anything strange down there, dear Sammy~?»

Now that she mentions it, my penis feels strange; it's almost like the condom is... nibbling it?

To give me further proof of it, Lana nudges it with her foot, making me gasp as she makes me feel first-hand its newfound sensitivity.

«First time being hit by a umbreon's poison?» she asks, amused.

The mention of poison instantly scares me, and it show, judging by her subsequent laugh.

Aren't umbreons dark types?!

«It's not lethal, you little wet torchic! It's typically used in pepper sprays, since it's excruciatingly painful if it gets in the eyes, and reasonably affordable.»

«Let me guess..! In enhancing condoms as well?!» I almost scream.

She laughs again.

«Yep! And in this lube, too! In the most powerful of their respective category, to be precise, such as these bad boys right here!» she comments, patting my shaft again to spite me.

«But don't worry: this brand gives a fair pay and free medical checkups to its donors, so no feelings were hurt in its making!»

I have no idea what exactly is stopping me from strangling her, but it's likely the fact that a kick to the balls would probably kill me, right now..!

«And you want to shove this stuff up your ass?! Are you mad?!» I try to make her reason.

However, my heart sinks once my tip touches her anus, and she grins again, exuding an ungodly amount of dominance from her stare and posture.

«It shows you're a human..! In the wild, bunearys are prey, and a resistance to this stuff is a massive advantage!»

With that, she pushes down on my expanding rod, smoothly letting it into her rear.

My brain experiences the closest thing to being struck by a lightning as my jaw drops as if I were an ekans about to swallow its prey whole.

My body reaches a full halt, my senses blacking out entirely in self-defense.

Am I even still alive..?

As I realize I actually am, I open my eyes; Lana is checking my heartbeat on my chest.

In a split second, she hides her concern behind her usual confidence.

My dick is still inside her, and it feels like a balloon being crushed by a trash compactor.

«I'll admit it: for a second I thought I gave you a heart attack..!» she lets me know, chuckling.

I'm still too out of it to reply, so I just stare at her.

«Eh! Told you I'd leave you unable to speak!»

Then, she stands back up, letting my penis back out, making my entire nervous system cry, and my eyes widen when I see it: it's way longer and thicker than it's supposed to, by at least half it's usual size..!

«Whew..! No wonder it felt so crammed in there... It's softer than it looks, by the way! Or it would not fit..!» she tells me as she pours a bit more lube on it.

A single tear streams down my cheek as I see the dark fluid streaming down the condom and onto my groin once again.

After that, she slides it back in without a single hitch, squeezing her eyes shut as she's done, letting out a soft breath.

My entire body trembles with each subsequent thrust, crying for mercy.

A part of me is terrified, but the other one is strangely enjoying it.

«Lana...» I finally manage to whimper, in a panic.

«So, are those tears of pleasure or pain?» she asks with her breath labored, but otherwise unscathed.

«Scared..!»

I feel her hold my fingers with a surprising tenderness.

«It will be alright, Sammy. Trust me..! Focus on the good feelings..! The discomfort will go away...»

My thighs shake as I approach a climax.

«Scared... will... hurt..!»

«Shhh...» She gently hushes me, caressing my hand.

All of my muscles twitch as I pump my seed into the condom, my urethra feeling way hotter than it's supposed to, but not actually hurting.

«See..? All good.» she comforts me. «Want me to continue?»

I whimper from my general discomfort, but the orgasm felt way more intense than usual.

«Okay..!» I finally answer, with a hint of hesitation.

She gently pats my belly in response.

«Brave boy..!» she whispers, standing back up.

«Just so you know, you might be able to cum again almost right away; the poison can fuck up the refractory period in some species, and you seem extremely sensitive to it!»

I don't have the time to fully register what she just said that Lana lets me back in right away, her insides squeezing my rod like a clump of play-doh.

I close my eyes, quivering as my hands shake uncontrollably.

It feels like eating spicy food; somewhat unpleasant, yet you just can't get enough of it..!

Also, it's almost like I'm sleeping and stuck in a dream; I can't really move...

«L-Lana...»

I can hear her panting, enjoying herself just as much, if not more, given her near immunity to the poison.

«Lana..!»

«You're good, Sammy~!» she reassures me, caressing my abdomen.

Her sheer touch makes me shiver; her hand feels almost cold.

Did I get a fever..?

«A bit hot, though..!» she quietly adds, touching me again. «Uh...»

My whole body contracts at once as I pump more cum into the condom.

«Whew..! Felt it fight back that time..!» she replies, not stopping.

I keep trembling, unsure if it's the stimulation or the poison itself.

I am definitely sweating cold bullets.

«Ah~! Don't worry, I have a plan..!» she comments, between a moan and the other.

I finally manage to open my eyes to a slit, and I make her out rubbing one out as she merrily bounces on my swollen cock, which seems to be deforming like rubber, almost making me faint at its sheer sight.

«Keiran... gets the apartment.» I mutter, no longer in control of my own mind.

«Uh?»

«Not the computer, or he will pornify everything... Sheila gets that thing.»

My eyelids feel heavy again.

«She gets the furniture too... she's a clean girl...»

«The fuck are you..?» I hear Lana comment in confusion as she keeps going.

«My mother can have the car, those two can't drive, and dad doesn't like it...»

«Are you dictating your will?!» she giggles as she keeps fucking me mercilessly. «I'm sorry for laughing, but you have to admit that you're a bit of a pussy..!»

«It's your fault..! Shut up..!» I mutter without control. «Fucking try-hard poisoned me to death..!»

She almost loses her balance with my cock still inside her asshole, laughing.

«It's not that bad, Sammy! It's heating up in here, so you absorbed it all!» she retorts. «It's gonna get better soon...»

«I will fucking beat you with rocks..!» I threaten her, an irrational anger taking over.

«Damn!» she continues, amused. «So you have some character, buried underneath that soft shell!»

«And then I will beat you again!» I almost exclaim, giving myself a painful headache as I cum one more time.

Lana takes the opportunity to pause to get some laughter out before she can lose her balance and hurt me.

«Whew..! It's almost like watching a torchic puff up its feathers for the first time..!»

After a few seconds, she resumes, quivering more and more as she goes on; she must be almost done.

Eventually, a few cold droplets fall on my chest, and her insides contract, squeezing me one last time.

«Whew..! That was fun..!» she comments, standing up from my dick.

I hiss in discomfort as I feel her remove the condom from it.

«Holy shit..! Now this is a reaction and a half..!»

I barely manage to open my eyes, finding myself looking at my bared penis, almost purple and still huge.

A nervous chuckle escapes my throat, feeding my headache.

«Okay, don't worry; here comes my plan..!» she tries to calm me down as she puts her hands in front of her.

After that, Lana descends from the bed once again, and fetches another bottle of lube.

Tears almost fill my eyes again as I try to imagine what she plans on doing now, but to my surprise, she just crouches next to my rod, and after pouring some lube on her hands, she starts to rub it with the gentlest touch I've received throughout the whole evening.

A familiar sweet aroma fills the air...

Pecha berry..?

«Technically, this contains pecha berry extract, which SHOULD help neutralize the toxin..!» she explains, before sitting by my head, and putting some on my lips.

«Try to drink some, too, it might help.»

As I open my mouth to consume it, I realize Angela was right: this stuff is really too sweet.

However, I gag as I almost choke on those few droplets she put on me, unable to properly swallow.

«Whoa. Okay, nevermind; no drinking for now!» she comments, quickly taking the bottle away as she wipes my mouth.

«Urgh...» I groan after managing to breathe again.

«C'mon... don't make me go fetch Evely..! She won't let me hear the end of it..!» she whines, studying my body.

Then, she taps on my glans.

«It looks a bit smaller... I think that helped!»

«Numb...» I let out something between a whisper and a croak.

«Uh..! Maybe your nerves are finally fighting back? I'll put some more, especially under your foreskin..! And maybe it can be absorbed through the anal mucose..?»

As she continues to medicate me, I feel my faculties slowly return to me.

I try moving my fingers, and I get back a weak, yet visible twitch.

«Lana.» I call her, more confidently.

She turns towards me.

«I'm getting better...» I comment, moving my hands and wrists despite my disorientation.

«Thank Arceus...» she replies, continuing.

«Can you pull your fingers out of my ass..?»

«Ah, right.»

I have been lying here for about ten minutes, slowly regaining more of myself with Lana sitting on the side of the bed, every now and again looking back at me.

«You know, I thought you'd start nagging me again, now that you've regained your speech.»

«Happy to oblige: can we never do that shit EVER again?» I argue, glaring at her.

She giggles, wiping a tear off her eye.

«Yeah, yeah..! Had I known you would have been this vulnerable to it, I would have used something lighter!»

«Should have started with it regardless..!» I wipe the last remnants of sweat off my face. «Fucking hell..!»

«You sure are touchy...» she comments, crossing her arms in disapproval.

«Not everyone is "the coldest bitch on this side of the planet"!» I hit back with.

She smirks, shrugging.

«Business is business, big boy! Sometimes it's better to do something wrong and then beg for forgiveness a thousand times, rather than not...»

«"Business"! We were having sex-»

«There was a bet in the middle, remember~?» she croons, swiftly leaning towards me to place her finger on my lips.

My eyes widen as I recall the terms.

As soon as she lets me speak again, the lopunny reaches into another cabinet.

«Wait..! Y-you can't possibly mean-»

Lana gives me a devilish grin as she unrolls a shiny black leash, followed by a matching collar circled by red metal hearts.

In the blink of an eye, she hops all the way back onto the bed, where she straddles my chest, still holding the two items.

For a few seconds, our gazes are in a standoff: hers emitting lust and malice, mine probably filled with sheer terror.

And finally, she brings her head right next to mine, letting her warm breath wash on my ear.

As I remain frozen in fear, she seductively whispers «I'm just fucking with you~; you would end up snapping your neck by falling down those stairs~!»

«Oh, FUCK OFF!!!» I yell as she burst out laughing, giving myself yet another headache.

«You're so funny when you're scared..!» she comments, wiping tears off her eyes.

Immediately after, though, she unexpectedly wraps the collar around my neck, sending a shiver down my spine.

«Oi..! I can't..!»

«You can walk on two legs, though! I'll settle with you getting me something to drink while wearing that.» she replies, lying down her belly right next to me.

«What makes you think I will keep this shit on once I leave the room?» I point out, already feeling out where the buckle is.

«Nothing, other than you being a goodhearted guy who will keep his word.» she calmly retorts, resting her head on one hand while giving me the fakest, sweetest smile she can muster.

I hesitate, feeling a new line of sweat forming on my forehead.

«Also, in here, I have eyes and ears EVERYWHERE!» Lana adds.

«Yeah, yeah, you have your snitches among the others, I get it..!» I grumble, testing my legs as I try to stand. «What do you want me to bring up?»

«Hmmm...» she pretends to think with an exaggerated mannerism as she brings her index to her mouth. «HMMM..!»

I glare at her again.

«Oh, c'mon, Sammy! We're just having fun here! You're offering, so I'll let you pick.» she shrugs. «Just make sure it's something more interesting than tap water...»

«'kay...» I nod, grabbing the doorknob.

«Sammy?» she calls me again immediately after.

«What?!» I turn around one more time, annoyed.

She grins in response. «Forgetting anything?»

I narrow my eyebrows, suddenly feeling a cold gust bite my ankles from under the door.

Right; I'm still naked.

Irritated and embarrassed, I pick up my clothes from the bed and the floor.

«Remember to wash your dick first!»

«I KNOW!!!»

«And your butt!» she manages to slip in as I close the bathroom door behind me, hissing in annoyance.

As I refresh myself with some cold water, I start planning my revenge: what's the meanest drink I can bring her?

A Mad Dog? That's way too small, even for her...

A Devil's cocktail? She doesn't deserve that class..!

I leave the bathroom, heading for the door under Lana's entertained gaze.

«Do you have your wallet on you? Your underwear? Your head?» she teases me.

I ignore her, until she jumps on my back, pulling onto my jacket.

«OH! What are you doing?!»

«No, no, big boy! Your jacket is covering the collar!» she exclaims, trying to take it off me.

«You'll stretch it! Fine, damn it! Keep it! KEEP IT!!!» I yield, letting her have it.

«Don't take too long; I'm thirsty!»

I groan as I finally manage to leave the room, heading towards the stairs as fast as I can, trying to have as few people noticing as possible.

Preemptively looking at the lower floor, I can tell that many customers have gotten a room, thank Arceus.

Fighting off the embarrassment, I quickly make my way downstairs, obviously getting everyone's attention.

As I catch a few amused reactions with the corner of my eye, followed by whispers, my cheeks feel like they were drenched in umbreon's poison.

«Mark..!» I urgently call him, leaning on the counter to try and hide the collar from the other customers.

The machamp turns around, surprised to see me.

Once he notices the garment around my neck, his eyes widen slightly.

«Samuel. You... may want to keep your shirt's collar slightly higher-»

«I can't..!» I stop him, almost in tears, which causes him to nod in understanding.

«Look, she made me go through hell back there; can you craft anything that will make her pay?»

He sighs as he moves his gaze away, unsure.

«Lana has proven to be... quite resilient, and in more ways than just this one.» he explains, leaning closer. «That Julep could have put a ponyta to sleep.»

«I was hoping for something spicier than that..!»

Mark looks up, thoughtful.

«I might try a Bloody Maria. Although, I'm not as experienced making that one, and Lana might pay you back in turn.»

«As long as it's strong, chief.» I reply, resting my head on my arms, crossed over the counter.

With one final nod, his four arms pick up his tools and ingredients, and he gets to work.

«Anything for you?» he then asks.

«No, thank you. Unless you've got something with pecha berry..? Anything would help...»

He nods, likely piecing together what happened.

«I see. Some humans don't react well to "that", I've heard.» he comments, resting a bouquet of chilly pepper into her drink, before meticulously washing his hands.

«I've FELT, so I can confirm the rumor.» I agree as I watch him get a new glass, tequila, triple sec, and a few lime berries.

«How much will this be?»

The machamp shakes his head as he opens a jar of honey and one of peach puree.

«Earlier, I didn't know you had gotten a membership; you have a right to a free drink every evening.» he replies. «Since Lana paid for your Rum and Cola that could be yours, if you wish.»

«Oh, thanks. And... how much for that sin against Arceus you're crafting?» I insist.

«Consider it a gift for her from the house.» he concludes with a note of spite in his tone, placing my drink in front of me.

I nod, taking the glass and sipping on it, feeling immediately refreshed, almost by pure magic.

«Thanks again, Mark..! You're a savior..!»

He nods as he diligently cleans up his workspace.

I stare at the chilly peppers still soaking in Lana's drink, noticing the faint fiery aroma they are spreading.

I wonder if that thing can actually be drunk, at this point...

As soon as I'm done with the drink, I stand up, and Mark removes the peppers from the glass, keeping them as far away from himself as possible.

«Is it ready?» I ask, taking the glass and making the mistake of looking inside it, causing my eyes to immediately water in self-defense.

«Long ago, I'm afraid.» he replies after gauging my reaction.

I nod in agreement, holding it the same way he held the peppers.

«Oof..! Thanks a million..!»

As I head back to the stairs, I see the closest customers recoil as they try to smell the unknown liquid in my hands from a few meters away.

I move through the steps as fast as I can, being VERY careful not to spill it, not wanting to risk burning a hole through the floor.

Realizing I forgot to ask for the key-card, I knock, and Lana barely opens the door, glaring at me through the crack.

She is wearing my jacket, trying to parody the stereotypical tough guy.

«What 'cha want?» she jokes before her eyes widen, likely as she smells the air.

I hand her the glass, using all of my remaining energy to put on a smug expression.

«Express delivery.»

For a few seconds, she stares at the drink without uttering a word.

Then, her eyes move back to me, entertained.

«Aren't you a cheeky little human!» she comments, bringing it closer to her mouth.

Realizing her intentions, I instinctively reach out to stop her, worried.

«Wait-!»

But before I can even finish the sentence, she starts downing the drink as I watch in disbelief.

After a deep exhale, she gives me a satisfied smile as she hands me back the empty glass.

«Tasty! Remind me to compliment Mark on the choice, when we're done...» she nonchalantly comments.

I just stand there for an undetermined amount of time, dumbfounded by what I just witnessed.

«...Are you fucking immortal?» I finally manage to ask her, in utter shock.

She laughs as she hugs me.

«I'm sorry I'm so many levels above you, little Sammy..!»

Then, she hops against me, circling her legs around my waist as she brings us face to face by dragging my shirt.

«How about a quick kiss to make up~?»

I quickly avert my gaze, covering her mouth in annoyance as she chuckles again.

«Aw..! Don't be like that! How about this: I'll still tell everyone that you're an innocent, submissive, nice little big boy, despite you losing..!»

«Pretty sure the "innocent" ship has sailed by now..!» I grumble, taking the leather collar off my neck.

«Allow me to use my limitless imagination to picture the scene: you probably went crying to Mark all bashful and red on the cheeks, trying to cover yourself up as you told him how bad the lopunny upstairs has been to you...» she dramatically narrates, before sticking her tongue out to mock me. «I think you're good..!»

I probably blush due to how accurate that was, making her smirk almost turn sweet.

«Lots of predators love that, particularly avians and reptiles, since the girl is used to being bigger and stronger..!»

«And you would do me this favor because..?»

She shrugs, unbothered.

«I don't know. Maybe I actually feel some semblance of pity for you?»

I groan in annoyance, trying to get her off me.

«Fine..! I'll throw in a cuddle, too! But then don't go telling the others I'm stingy..!» she grumbles back, clinging tighter to me.

«I think that would make us even~!» she smirks, rubbing her cheek against my chest. «C'mon now, get us back on the bed, big boy!»

Unsure of what to expect from her, I close the door behind us.

Well, she was actually a good hugger, for someone with her sexual preferences.

Still, Lana refused to elaborate any further on her private life.

Not that I asked, given what happened when I had tried earlier.

Either way, she left while I was sleeping, without telling me anything else, not even through Mark or Rosaline.

When I returned home, Keiran still managed to smell the poison on me, and had to cover his nose until I finally showered, since to him I "smelled like death".

Either way, old Jordan left a message in the work group chat, telling us we have a big reunion... about five minutes from now.

I hope we are dropping Ferretti.

While I'm looking down at the parking lot during a short break, I follow an unknown luxurious car as it enters and gracefully stops in front of the building, right next to mine, likely in self-parking mode.

That thing is probably worth 10 years of my salary...

«Samuel? A little help..?» Mike calls me.

«What?» I reply without taking my eyes off the car doors, knowing full well he's going to ask something stupid.

«It's not committing... It says that it's "unable to connect to remote repository"...»

I sigh, ultimately abandoning the window to reach his desk.

«Your internet is down.» I observe after roughly two seconds of looking at his screen, getting a chuckle out of the other boys.

«Oh. The cable is still attached, though..!»

I pull him back by dragging his chair, uncovering the poor dangling network switch he's been using as a footrest for several months now; its light are off, as expected.

I groan, crawling under his desk to check the power cable.

«Will you keep those damn feet on the floor?! How many fucking times do I have to tell you?!»

«Eh! I forgot!»

«How about I solder your damn blunts to it?! You don't seem to ever forget those!»

Erik snorts in front of us, covering his mouth immediately after.

«Dude! If Jordan hears you..!» George warns me.

«Like he doesn't know..! And even if he didn't, he's still downstairs! Mike, schedule a commit in an hour or so, so as soon as the switch remembers what planet it's on, your changes will get saved- wait, did you write what you've done in the commit message?»

«Uh...» he mutters as he looks down, digging for that memory inside his head.

«If you don't prepare that immediately, I will bring ruin upon your entire bloodline..! I'm not doing overtime to dig through your shit again!»

Then, the lock turns and the entrance door opens; Jordan enters, followed by a middle-aged man in a fine suit, and by another way shorter figure right beside him,likely a pokémon wearing a dress.

«Boys, come to the meeting room; it's important!» the old man calls us, leading the newcomers forward.

I crawl out of the desk, and I see that the second one is a lopunny; she is wearing a knee-long black dress with long sleeves, a white silk scarf, and a pair of matching boots fitting her species.

Judging by how she is holding her ears back, she is also wearing a circlet.

Quite the dignified mon...

«New client?» Kyle wonders.

«Hopefully...» I reply, leading the way.

«He looks rich as fuck..!» «Quiet..!»

As we sit at the table, I study the man; judging by the light wrinkles around his blue eyes and the partially greying hair, he must be in his late fourties.

His well-kept look is crowned by a clearly tailored blue suit, a red tie, and golden cufflinks.

He has a calm, yet seemingly immovable expression on his face, as if they sculpted him like that, almost like Mark.

«Well, here we are.» Jordan comments, sighing.

«Boys, I have to say; you are all great employees and programmers, always ready to test yourselves, learn, and go the extra mile to do a good job.»

That is... oddly positive feedback for him.

«Seeing you grow, although for just a few years, has been a pleasure.»

My eyes widen as I understand the reason for it.

«Yes; I'm finally retiring. But don't worry; Techafix is not closing.»

Finally, Jordan nods towards the business man.

«Thankfully, this young man offered to acquire the company's assets under the way larger reality that is CasterNet.»

A hint of a smile finally appears on the aforementioned's lips.

«Thank you for the "young man", mister Pistilli.»

Then, his gaze moves between each of us programmers.

«I am William Falco, owner of CasterNet. I don't expect you to have heard of us, since we mostly operate in the eastern side of the Solris, but I can assure you: we are a growing reality, which just spread into the field of automation.» he starts with, speaking calmly yet confidently.

Judging by his light accent, I would say he's from Pacea or close by, in the middle-eastern area.

«Opening a branch here in Uforia would have been a natural step, given the importance of the industrial district, and your boss gave us an opportunity to do so.»

I feel... watched.

«Now, I'm sure you're wondering about the future of your positions; I pride myself of having never fired anyone, and this will be no exception.» he reassures us while that feeling lurks in the back of my mind, trying to regain my attention.

«Despite being a small company with few clients, I was able to assess the capabilities of your team, and I would like you to offer us your talents. There will be no changes in your hours, benefits, or salary, at least for the time being, so it would be a seamless transition for you.»

I glance at the lopunny, who is quietly watching me with a stern expression.

The ample lenses of her glasses and the pulled back ears give her the classical vibe of the unapproachable secretary.

Those violet eyes, though..!

The more I look at her, the more she seems..!

«You would have a month before you need to sign the new contract. Now, I would like to get a better understanding of you. Could you tell us something about yourselves, one at a time? You names... your age... your aspirations... Lana, would you like to ease them into it by starting?»

A shiver travels down my spine as my doubts are washed away.

What the fuck?! It's actually her?!

«I am Lana Falco, head of business, your new HR representative, and mister Falco's pokémon. I'm 8 years old, and I aspire to be the best at my job.» she speaks with a firm tone, acting like a completely different person from the lopunny I met at The Swingshot.

Her eyes pierce my soul as the rest of her face is sculpted in stone, not unlike her trainer's.

«I hope we will grow together, both as professionals and as people.» she continues. «I'm eager to get to know you better.»

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