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Brothers in Charity

By Coldstone

Crack!

The line of fur snapped through the air with the sound of a gunshot, mere inches from the head of his target.They had to duck to avoid it, which favored him to rush in for a series of strikes: Jab, jab, kick, swing! They weaved and ducked all but the last, both arms rising up to block and cushion the impact of his backfist, but that allowed him to seize the limbs, muscles rippling as he turned heaved the weight of his opponent over his head with a shout!

The other mienshao sailed through the air in an arc, but despite their precarious position a line of fur whipped out with a crack. His ankle suddenly cried out in pain, a sudden yank lifting his leg into the air. He had to throw one arm back to catch himself as his opponent used his body as a point of gravity to turn themself and land on all fours with a loud thump.

He barely had any time to push himself upright again, barely untangling his foot from the fur ribbon as he received a series of blows. Jab, kick, kick, jab, jab, body check! He couldn't dodge or deflect the last one, so he let the force knock him back and rolled with it, landing back on his feet easily enough—

Except they were already in front of him again, coming in low, angling upward! He could see the two paws, half-hidden claws poised to strike, rising upward. His body moved too slowly for his eyes as he saw them both disappear beneath the billowing edge of his shirt, no doubt planning to disembowel him. He tried to flex his stomach in preparation for the blow...

Instead, his pants fell, the fabric snapping over his knees to his feet. His dick bounced up from the sudden movement meant his fundoshi had followed his pants, but no penetrating pain came further up; rather than disemboweled, he'd been pranked.

He was already in the reflex of trying to dodge the expected attack. He couldn't stop his feet from pulling the pants taut as his effort to dodge away now worked against him. Balance gone, his arms began to spin as gravity tugged him backwards.

The Mienshao smirked, and nonchalantly reached down to lift one foot up to finish the fall, officially flooring him with a thump. The noise echoed through the auditorium, quickly followed by bemused snickering of his opponent.

Fushi laid there stunned, the impact of the padded floor and the shock of his sudden wardrobe malfunction cost him precious seconds of dignity before he finally mustered up the sense to sit up and try to redress himself. He could feel his cheeks burning beneath his fur as he took in the surrounding audience of other instructors and their students half watching the bout, the mixture of shocked, bemused and surprised looks easy to spot. “God dammit, Setton! You don't go pantsing your opponent in a duel! Is there anything you aren't ashamed of doing!?"

Setton's lips quivered, obviously holding back more than just the snickering going on. “You challenged me and didn't set the rules. If you didn't want to strut yourself around like that you should have thought ahead! Unless you'd rather I'd gone in with tickling you instead?" He wiggled his digits menacingly before twirling his fur ribbons back up. “But you're right; it's rude to embarrass my little brother in front of everyone like that, so let me make it up to you."

More than used to Setton's kind of humor, Fushi reached out to try and stop him—but not fast enough. A single tug unknotted the drawstring of the other Mienshao's outfit and the garment slid free like a relaxed sigh, pooling at his feet, leaving a purple jockstrap with the logo of Fighting Spirit printed along the waistband in its place. They promptly fell next, revealing a more prominent show of phallic prowess. Setton didn't flinch in the slightest, of course, leaving the view for all to witness even as he wiggled his hips just a little, flesh bumping back and forth between his hips. “Better?"

Fushi's cursing and grumbling somehow managed to stay indiscernible as he scrambled to his feet, one paw keeping his pants up enough to cover his dignity if not his backside, while he used the other to bully his brother out of the center of the auditorium and back towards the locker room. It was not easy, between the deliberately awkward shuffle of Setton's shorts-hobbled feet and his unashamed casualness to flashing everybody present. It was only when they finally got into the other space—thankfully empty—that he found himself speaking sensibly again. “That was not funny, Setton! You can't embarrass us like that in front of students and peers! What will you do if one of those managing this place decide they don't want to be associated with such deviancy?"

This was not the first time they'd had this argument. Setton let out the predictable sigh of indifference and patience he'd grown to hate over the years. “Then we'll likely get five more dojo's or gyms that will sign up to replace them anyways, assuming anyone out there actually cares. It's an adult gym for humans and pokemon who just happened to see someone get playfully pantsed. They're probably having a good chuckle. It's not like they've never seen a penis before. Or a naked pokemon for that matter."

It only annoyed him more that everything Setton said was valid. “Most pokemon don't have human-like anatomy."

He fumbled around to get his fundoshi back in place, a task made harder by the fact he was trying to shortcut the process rather than start fresh. Setton simply shrugged in response to his complaint, standing there with his pants still on the floor. “Most, but I'm pretty sure there's an Infernape at this gym that just wears a thong when he works out. You can probably make out most of the details."

“And I bet you're better endowed than him, which just makes your flaunting all the worse."

“Oh!" Setton suddenly lit up. “That's a good question! One sec, I'll go see if he's here and compare—ACK!"

In sync with the realization, Setton started skipping—deftly leaving behind his pants—back towards the main floor. This time Fushi's reflexes caught him by the collar and yanked him back. “You will do no such thing, and put your pants back on for Christ's sake."

Being weasel-like in design, Setton's body bended back comically with the yank, but he didn't fall over. It only took a bit of backpedaling to set himself upright again. “Fine, fine. You're so fussy today!" He adjusted his collar once Fushi released it, then slipped back over to get dressed, rump wiggling playfully. “I mean more than usual for challenging me for the inheritance. Did you have a bad flight hunting me down or something?"

Fushi's took the opportunity to slip his own pants back into place, mollifying his mood a little. It didn't stop him from sighing at Setton taking his sweet time, however, glaring at Setton's rear as he kept adjusting his straps in the back. “My flight was fine—my mood is entirely your fault. I'm was actually on my way to a charity event when they asked me to stop by to see what you were up to."

They referred to their parents, which also made Setton's ears perk up. “Oooh! So that's why you're so grumpy!" He turned about and seized Fushi in a hug, petting his head and nuzzling up against his cheek as he rocked gently. “My poor lil' brother is being bullied by our parents to put their disappointment in his place, and he has to go off to do errands on top of it!"

In truth, Fushi'd only been asked to check what Setton was up to, not challenge him, but that nuance was a moot point by now. The overdramatic exaggeration—as well as having his brother holding him way too close—were quickly getting to him. “Stop grinding your dick against my leg and finish getting dressed! You know I don't like that."

All it took was a deft twist of his arms to break free of the hug—not surprising, since Setton didn't put any effort into a counter—but he couldn't resist getting a small bit of payback by using that momentum to also twist the other shao around so he could slap him firmly on the backside; gentle enough to unfortunately be harmless, hard enough to make an impressive sound impact and feel like a little bit of revenge.

Setton yipped and hopped at the impact, dancing away a few feet before he reached back to rub the stinging cheek. “Really! I was just showing you brotherly affection, and I wasn't grinding my dick on you, see?" He lifted up his blouse and jutted out the crotch of his jockstrap, the material naturally stretched almost obscenely around the contents concealed. “It's only gay if they touch directly, and—"

“Enough with the lewd incest jokes already!"

Setton finished with a raspberry before finally putting his pants back on. The moment of silence didn't last long, but at least when Setton broke it, it was with a more polite topic. “So what's this charity event? Is it something I should come along for?"

“Not unless you want to settle down, have kids, and take your role as successor more seriously; it's a bachelorette auction. One of those more formal kinds you hate."

“Ah." He could hear the disappointment in Setton's voice. “So another little prod to get you to find yourself a girlfriend while at the same time promoting the family name. Now I definitely know why you're grumpy."

“I have no problem with the idea of a mate. I have just yet to find one I truly like enough to be that serious with, especially when they'd have to put up with our family drama with me."

“That's why you're grumpy! I'd at least behave myself if I came to visit, but Mom and Dad would probably just bug you more to train and kick my ass." A mischievous smirk formed on his face. “You sure you don't want me to come along so you can just blame me for anything that happens?"

Fushi arched a brow at that, then pretended to consider the option. Moments of Setton wanting to be helpful were rare, which presented another sort of opportunity for him.

“Well?" Setton leaned in a little closer.

He faked becoming aware again, then scoffed. “Sorry, I was so distracted at the notion of you behaving yourself if you visited my family that I missed what you said entirely. I'm not sure I've seen you behave yourself for more than an hour since I was born. Even when you're sleeping."

“Oh come on!" Setton huffed and stood upright, his normal, lackadaisical manner gone. “Look; let me come along and I will be all polite and behaved for the entire event, barring minor banter. If I can do that, then I'm totally allowed to visit whenever you get yourself a mate and show off my good behavior."

Now Fushi scoffed for real. “And what do I get if you fail? I also don't see why you find this so important to suddenly have to prove you can show self control when you won't do it for anything else."

Setton crossed his arms. “I have very good self control, we just have very different priorities. And if I'm not positively charming for the whole event then... you can pick three things to forbid me from doing from here on out."

“Three things?" He arched a brow, dubious, but curious. “What do you mean?"

“I mean if you want me to take this whole inheritance thing more seriously, you can forbid me from flirting with gym members during gym hours, or forbid me from dressing outrageously for those special events we do, things like that."

Fushi found himself intrigued by this. While he doubted Setton wouldn't find a way around such conditions, he also didn't typically break his promises or make foolhardy bets. All that for a relatively harmless condition on his part. “Why couldn't I just forbid you from not taking the family more seriously?"

“Because I do take it seriously, I just have different priorities, like I said. This is just a way to tweak thema little!"

Setton gazed him straight in the eyes, which for Fushi felt strangely disturbing. He couldn't recall seeing Setton so determined on something like this before now, and yet, here he was. There had to be a trick to it, something he wasn't considering... but the temptation to at least be able nudge his older brother into a bit more disciplined mindset was too much to ignore. He risked losing very little for potentially gaining something extraordinary. “Do I get to change the conditions after setting them?"

Setton smiled in response. “Assuming you're not micromanaging me, sure. If you want, assume you have to wait at least a day before you can make new changes, meaning if you suddenly don't forbid me from dressing how I want at the gym, you can expect me to be wearing something fabulous—or nothing at all— until you change something else the next day."

An added bonus, as well as a good forewarning of possible consequences. “Deal." Fushi held out his paw.

“You'll hardly know it's me!" Setton's paw met his and squeezed. “Now, tell me more about this charity event so I can actually get there?"

---

Fushi glanced up at the clock at the far end of the room and let out a small, almost relieved sigh. Setton had insisted he'd arrive on his own when they'd parted ways, and he hadn't set a hard time for him to arrive to demonstrate his discipline, but now they were well past the hour of being fashionably late, or tardy.

On the other hand, that also meant he wouldn't make a scene if he'd failed to restrain himself as promised. If he'd skipped out on the event on that realization, Fushi could at least acknowledge his sense of awareness and only request he be allowed to have one of those forbiddances to use, rather than all three. It might help them build a little more camaraderie together.

Moreover, Setton being out of the picture meant he didn't have to worry about shocking his new tablemate, either. Sitting across from him was Charity Swiftwater: a student of dancer, a lover of exercise, and, yes, an enjoyer of swimming. A fellow Mienshao that practically felt like a godsend when she had appeared on stage to have her profile read.

They occupied one of several dozen tables in a large room, where a stage sat at the front with most of its curtains drawn and its lights glowing merrily. Someone had cleverly arranged the lighting and layout so that the array of bachelorette silhouettes could all be seen standing patiently on risers at the back. Whenever the human auctioneer gave a brief introduction and called one of their names, that silhouette would come out from behind the curtain and be fully illuminated by the lights. Additional questions from the auctioneer helped allow them all a chance to show off more about themselves and their social graces. With the auction itself now settled, the curtains sat closed and the lights dimmed to a soft glow, allowing everyone to focus on their new companions.

Charity gracefully wore a modified kimono, maintaining as much of the normally flowing, concealing material they were known for as possible while still allowing a more mustelid body frame mobility, and in a vibrant display of color. Makeup accented her lips and artfully augmented the natural patterns of her fur, rather than trying for techniques more appropriate to a smooth skinned body. Several bits of jewelry and accessories added complexity without overwhelming, from several clip-on earrings to a sort of weave that added a small, surprisingly catching crest of fur on top of her head, almost like hair. This left an ideal spot to put a hair clip or pin in, allowing more decoration while not obscuring the crest itself.

“And that's how I ended up accidentally winning against a vaporeon of all pokemon in a swim meet." Charity vibrated amusement, neatly cutting another piece of the steak. “Everyone was so stunned by the turn of events I didn't even realize why they looked so confused until I noticed who was actually flailing in the water screaming about a cramp."

“One certainly wouldn't expect a pokemon that can basically melt into water to suffer a cramp of all things." Fushi could only shake his head in amazement before having a sip of wine. “Did she cause you trouble over that?"

“She tried, but it wasn't like I cheated or anything. I didn't win another meet against her, naturally, but I was content with my one strange win and simply enjoyed myself while it lasted. If anything I hope it taught her to be a little less egotistical and to watch her health if she's going to compete full time."

Fushi nodded in agreement there, then belatedly realized he'd been drinking more than eating. He put the glass down and picked up his knife once more. “The higher the star, the bigger the impact, both for good and ill."

The words seemed to earn him a smirk, and he basked in it a bit before she spoke up again. “That's one of my silly stories, so I do believe it's your turn to share something now. I imagine you have a few interesting ones as a member of the Mizukage family

He paused midway to putting his own steak in his mouth, but only briefly. Hopefully unnoticed. He'd shared his last name when they introduced each other, of course, but what sort of things had she heard that would spark that sort of question? Gossip about rich families or companies happened, of course, but as far as he could tell, she didn't have the sort of connections for that. Chewing thankfully gave him a moment to gather his thoughts before he answered. “We're a big family, certainly, but it's not like that creates a large amount of drama on its own. I don't imagine hearing who went the longest doing Jumping Jacks as children is that entertaining."

Charity chuckled softly at that. “Oh, every family has a little drama, but I'm not going to pry into something that personal. I want to say you have a few siblings from what I recall, so I would be surprised if you didn't have a few fun stories just from them. I was thinking more about your dojos and family brand; Fighting Spirit? Determined self-proclaimed rivals challenging you from location to location, strange product suggestions, that sort of thing."

It wasn't an outright call to talk about his family; he could completely ignore it if he wanted. Unfortunately, he couldn't think of a story unrelated to Setton because he thought of him more than he wanted to. He needed more time to think! “I do have two brothers. My younger one hasn't evolved yet, but that certainly hasn't stopped him from trying to prove himself otherwise."

“Ah, the middle child. My condolences for that. I'm the eldest of three, myself. If it makes you feel a little better, I think my youngest brother is probably in a similar phase to yours." She held up her glass, almost like a toast, though he got the impression it was more for sympathy. “Maybe we can trade, and I can plant him on his back to maybe cool him off, and you or your older brother can trounce mine? It's just not as effective coming from family."

Fushi snorted, almost choking on his food! The idea of his younger brother having his rear handed to him by Charity hit a certain chord; Kenzo had been getting particularly aggressive lately, so perhaps being defeated by an attractive female would at least get him to think things through more carefully? It had its appeal, and potential... but on the other hand, leaving her brother in Setton's hands would only spell disaster on some sort of scandalous scale. Perhaps he could do the fighting, but he had a feeling it wouldn't be nearly as effective. “It's certainly a tempting offer, but that would mean dedicating your time to my little brother, when I would rather enjoy your company myself."

The subtlety of what he said came late, and he blushed at the growing smirk on her face. But in response, she held out her glass again, inviting him to bring up his own. With a gentle clink, the two touched. “A fine choice indeed. Let him put his own money out if he wants time with me. He's not the one here helping with donations, after all."

Fushi felt his cheeks grow hotter and stretch as he tried to hide them behind his wine glass, desperately trying to think up a funny or impressive story.

The hour turned. He'd actually managed to find several good stories, and considerably more comfort as the wine flowed. The two were picking gently at some sushi to try and help balance out the drinks, but it seemed like they were getting more of one than the other. Charity proved herself capable of holding a drink as readily as him, but it was obvious they were both a little more on the tipsy side.

“So who else caught your interest at the auction, hmm?" She pantomimed prodding him with a chopstick, glancing about at the various tables still occupied. While several groups had gone on—to who knew what—plenty more still hung about in groups talking together or their prospective bachelorettes. It wasn't hard to figure out which ones were hoping for a date or just there for the charity.

He considered the wisdom of answering that, but she certainly didn't seem like she was looking for a reason to be angry with him. Still, females could be sneaky. “"I don't think that's something any male would answer in good conscience. And for someone who got quite a few bids, I feel like you already know this."

His counter got an acknowledged nod as she took another sip—a long sip—of wine. “True, I suppose. But it also tells me a bit more about what interests you. And if it helps ease your worries of me attempting to slap you across the table, I swear I shall do no such thing if you were hoping for some other bachelorette."

That pried another chuckle out of him. “You promise that as you steadily become more drunk. Why not simply ask me to bask you in compliments and praise? You certainly deserve more of them."

That did get a smile out of her. “I would enjoy those too, but please, humor me! The girls and I were chatting a bit after all, so I'm curious if any of the points they made happened to hit the mark."

She gave him big, doeful—was that even a word?—eyes. Steadily he felt his resistance crumble, or possibly just sink into the ocean of growing inebriation. “Oh, alright," He added to that ocean by clearing his glass; an ample time to refill it. “But remember that it is you that asked for this humor."

“The Rapidash."

As it happened, he had considered her: Serenity. She'd taken across the stage with careful poise, presumably to avoid leaving serious hoofprints on the surface. She hadn't worn many adornments, but with a constantly flaming body, it was likely always a challenge not to accidentally incinerate anything you wore unless it was fireproof. “Serenity. Lots of power in her frame, naturally, but she seemed interesting. The biggest challenge there would be how one interacts with a quadruped bigger than you, and one that can burn you with a stray thought. She had a nice presence."

The answer seemed to surprise her, but she looked thoughtful as well as bemused. “Interesting... Alright: The typhlosion?"

He remembered her as well. Like Serenity, she'd focused more on accessories; ear studs, a collar more akin to a necklace, and a clever weave of flattened burnished metal squares worn almost like a vest over her chest. “Kyra, I think her name was. Also an interesting presence. I liked what I saw of her sense of humor, and I found her choice in accessories delightful. Less dressing up a pokemon with human things or trying to dress as a human and more making something new as attire. If that was her idea, I think it could go places. Similar challenge with someone bigger than you, but a little less complicated than with Serenity."

“It sounds like you might have a thing for big females."

The words were playful and teasing, but he scoffed a bit and brushed them aside. “It's nothing like that: I'd rather ha..." He realized where his words were leading and quickly redirected them, despite his head feeling fuzzy. “While I won't deny familiarity of form is nice, a sound mind is as ideal or more than a sound body. If things were to become more serious."

He hoped that didn't sound overly stupid. Maybe it was, but if she was as tipsy as he, maybe that would be missed. It didn't stop her questions though. “Alright, then if that's your stance, what of the Mienfoo? I'm guessing you are at least a little more partial because of natural familiarity, but until she evolves, she's rather petite; Is that good or bad?"

Aiko: another one that stood out, in part because of what Charity suggested, yes, but also in that she seemed painfully shy. She wore a similar modified kimono as Charity did, but where Charity's expressed a sort of bold elegance, Aiko's went a little more shy maiden. It didn't help that many pre-evolutions just looked less impressive beside their counterparts, and he'd felt bad for comparing. “Mienfoo don't evolve easily, so that in itself isn't something I would hold against her... but she seems oddly shy. It made me feel more concerned than anything."

They both looked over towards another table, where Aiko still sat with a few others still around. It sounded like easy enough social conversation, but for most of it, she seemed to mostly listen and wait patiently, responding when spoken too, but carefully hiding boredom or disappointment.

“Sadly, I have to agree with you there." Charity let out a small sigh. “Truth be told, she mentioned she didn't have much interest in being here, and only did because her family pressed her. Maybe if someone else had bidded for her, but it seemed pretty obvious when we saw the crowd that wouldn't be."

That was certainly a strange way to phrase... whatever that meant. “Do you mean she has a boyfriend her parents don't approve of that couldn't be here?"

Charity shook her head, suddenly wearing an almost diplomatic sort of face as she sipped more wine. “It would be more correct that someone of interest to her likely would not have been accepted on some old fashioned principles. Even for a charity."

Several seconds of blankness went by. “...Oh!" He nearly cricked his neck stopping himself from doing a double take in the mienfoo's direction. “Oh. That's... well, it just sucks."

“Indeed." A little humor came back. “At least if you had aimed your sights on her, you two might have had some fun talking about fighting or complaining about family together. I had hoped her bidder might come over and we might have at least socialized together, but it was not meant to be."

Fushi wasn't sure he quite agreed with that hope, but now that he knew more about Aiko's circumstances, he wouldn't have minded so much the extra company if it had made things better for her. It was true he could relate to family troubles in that respect, but he certainly couldn't have helped with it... right? “Did you have something particular in mind to help her if she was over here, or just making her time less boring if nothing else? We could try joining their table if that suits you. There's room for another pair."

Charity considered him for a moment before leaning in. “Actually, I have another idea, but it might inconvenience you if it works. You don't happen to have a business card and a pen, do you?"

As it happened, he did! He produced both and watched as she scribbled something on the back. “You're not suggesting I kidnap her from her family, are you? Although I suppose it's not technically kidnapping if she wants to come along, I can't just blindly supply her with things either."

“Oh, nothing that dramatic. The card is more my information, but there's no harm in her having yours as well if she is interested in your dojo or family." The scribbling stopped, and she returned his pen before promptly jumping from her seat. “Pardon me a moment. I won't be long."

Baffled, yet amused by the turn of events, Fushi simply watched as she strolled over to the other table, politefully borrowing Aiko to step off to the side. He couldn't hear anything they said, but the card passed hands with only a little subtlety and what felt like encouraging words of some sort. Neither looked his way, but he at least got the sense Aiko accepted the card with appreciation and looked a bit less depressed for it. She returned to her table, and Charity in turn returned to her seat. “And that is that. My appreciation for your patience and for humoring me."

“Not a problem." he couldn't help but smile at her. “It certainly displayed a bit of your own character too, I dare say."

She seemed to take it as a compliment—which it was—but she also preened under it as well, once more enjoying some wine. “And what did you learn from it, kind sir?"

“That I'm glad Serenity and Kyra have already left, or you might have gone to ask how they feel about smaller males."

He took a bit of impish delight in getting her to choke briefly on the unexpected tease.

---

Maybe we should have stopped two bottles ago...

There was just no practical way to keep two weasel-like bodies upright for any reasonable amount of time when both were overly drunk. The two made their way back to his hotel—their hotel, since she also had a room there—practically hip to hip, a pair of arms hooked together for support while the others were used to push against walls or hold onto objects for support.

But, despite this, he found himself alone in his room. Despite those last few moments of quiet huddled together in the rising elevator and the short walk from there to his door, they bid each other goodnight and parted ways. He'd tried to offer to walk her to her room, of course, but she'd given him a bemused smile and a peck on the cheek while assuring him she'd manage. He at least got to watch her walk back—with only a moderate amount of swaying—towards the elevators before she turned the corner out of his sight.

He knew that was the right thing, but that didn't stop the mild frustrations of his drunken reflection in the bathroom mirror, nor did washing his face with cold water. At least the hand towel made him look less like a drowned rat and more like a disheveled ferret.

Sleep, that's what he needed. That, and get out of the stuffy suit. The bowtie came apart with ease just by tugging on a single end, but the vest and shirt required fumbling with an annoying number of buttons. He reveled in the steadily freeing feeling as more and more of his midriff became visible, but he held off trying to slide the two off at that point; he didn't quite feel ready to squirm his arms about just yet. The pants had a much simpler fastener and zipper and required very little work to let them slip down his legs. All he had to do was sit back on the bed and kick them off across the room.

Part of his mind poked fun at him for his current state now; unbuttoned mess of vest and shirt, an uncomfortably bulging jockstrap, and the pair of dress socks he was now debating the hassle of taking off. Before he could make a final decision, a knock came from the door. That took him by surprise; he hadn't call for room service, and there was no reason for anyone to be knocking at this door at this hour anyways. Still, for all he was preparing for sleep, he was still too alert (and drunk) not to want to find out who had bothered to come all this way! He snatched up the Do Not Disturb sign as he staggered his way towards the door. So what if he scandalized someone with his half naked state? He was a pokemon; pokemon didn't care about naked anything! He swung open the door.

Definitely should have stopped two bottles ago. Too late now.

Expecting a human, Fushi had started looking more upward, only to find himself scanning downward to find a familiar face. Charity's eyes were already scanning him in turn, which meant they were ahead of him looking downward at the state of his apparel, then quickly back up to meet his.

Sheer surprise forced him into a stammer of an apology, enough that he never got to complete it as she stepped across the threshold and against him. A pair of lips intervened with his own as one hand gently, firmly, pushed him back into the room. The other deftly took the sign from him and slipped it onto the door handle before it swung shut with a loud click.

He ran into the edge of the bed and found himself suddenly sitting, his jockstrap was already discarded to the floor. The corner forced his legs apart and the mattress shoved his goods up more prominently. Given his mood and despite his drunkenness, his shaft stuck up eagerly, and throbbed even more so when her hand made contact and caressed it. The second caress confirmed it wasn't some accident, and the sultry look she gave him as she pulled back and lowered herself to her knees...

The groan that escaped him when her lips placed themselves around his exposed glands seemed all the consent she needed. The way her mouth and throat neatly took him in without a hint of hesitation told him how little he needed to worry about her. One by one, he set his hands onto her head and followed along with her movements as she pleasured him and drove sleep entirely from his mind. She definitely knew how to use her tongue, and from the tickling of his orbs to the feel of claw tips gently teasing around his thighs, a few other things.

Not wanting to be the only one being serviced, when she pulled back enough to play with his tip and foreskin, he reached down and hoisted her up against him on the bed. The sudden change made them both fall back and elicited a small squeak from her. He mentally cursed himself for rubbing his goods against her outfit, but she seemed quite happy with the change. Her lips joined his again, hovering over him, and when he found the sense to roll her over so that he was the one on top, she let out a bemused chuckle. The first words since their parting finally came out. “Afraid of having the lady on top?"

“You are hardly objecting to the change." He gave her a friendly glare as he poked at her belly, then maneuvered his hand inside the kimono to rub along her fur. It was awkward, but the closer contact seemed to send a small thrill through the both of them. “Not to mention you're still fully dressed, so what would there be to be afraid of?"

The question got him a look of surprise, then a restrained giggle. Now thoroughly confused, he paused and tried to figure out what was so funny, even as he felt one of her legs brush against his erection and slip against his side. Apparently reading his situation, she stifled her amusement to clarify. “Indeed. I'm fully dressed, in a dress, my most drunk sir."

Hardly a clarification! At least, not at first, but as the wheels turned and something clicked, he grumbled loudly and shut his eyes. “I am an idiot."

“A drunken idiot, perhaps, but we haven't confirmed if you are a sober one." her other leg wrapped itself around his hip, and she neatly snagged both ends of his tie into her hand. “I shan't hold that against you, worry not. This shall work just fine."

She pulled him forward by the neck, once more putting their lips together. The rest of him likewise came along, pressing his shaft through the open space of her kimono and between her legs. The simple guidance of her other hand pressed him against a wet warmth, and giving into more primal urges, he plunged in.

They both moaned and writhed, dancing to the sweet melody of pleasure. Their hands roamed and played, fingers sometimes twined, claws sometimes caressing. Steadily he plucked away at her kimono to open it little by little, shuddering delightfully under the feel of her body squeezing and pushing against him.

Even if this was only a single night and nothing came of it, the back of his mind said it would all be worth it. The thought that maybe there could be more than one such night made him indulge it even more.

His hips bucked harder as they burned away the alcohol, one hand now perched on her hip beneath the kimono, the other poised on the bed to help support him over her. She in turn squirmed ecstatically under him, hands clenching into the fur of his chest. Apart from her jewelry and cosmetic art, he'd nearly freed her from all her clothing, the last part of it obscured the connection of their bodies. He hadn't bothered to fuss with it at this point, growing desires as they now were, but the idea of neatly revealing the result in a bit brought a certain level of glee to his mind, and maybe doing it once more with everything to admire...

And then the fabric rose up like a tent, obscenely bulging, before an engorged shaft popped out and slapped Charity's belly. It bounced with his movements and throbbed with the same enthusiasm as his own. He didn't even realize the ramifications at first, but gradually his hips slowed down as he stared dumbly.

“Almost there. Keep going, Fushi..." Charity's whispered encouragement said nothing to the moment. She technically did not even see it, her eyes closed at the time, but his lack of response and slowing down made them open eventually, and her confused look as she followed his gaze turned to one of exasperation. “Damn. It slipped out. Don't worry about that now, Fushi. Keep going."

He didn't. The hand at her (his?) hip slipped up and parted the final covering, revealing the feminine looking jockstrap below. They were particularly petite despite the large space in front that had hidden the monster before, but it was clear that had worked against them, letting them shift out of place as his hips had worked into her (his?) backside.

It only got worse as rear and goods wiggled, pressing against him. Charity gave him a bemused look of impatience, then reached up to give another tug on his bow tie. “We're nearly at the big moment, Fushi. You've come this far, don't hesitate and falter now. Embrace it."

That sultry voice sounded familiar now. Those eyes, ones he knew despite the makeup. The shaft bore a certain resemblance he couldn't believe he was considering, despite its engorged state. As he got a closer look at the body beneath the kimono, and the fact that this male mienshao had a humanoid penis like his own, but bigger, the final pieces fell into place...

“Setton!?"

“If saying my real name helps you to get off and complete our brotherly bonding, I'm all for it, brother. Now do it!"

Their lips matched again. For a brief moment, Fushi's played along, before shock and revulsion pried him back. This was not Charity. There never was a Charity. It had been Setton the entire time. Playing him, playing everyone else, deceiving all into thinking...

Newfound energy pushed through his veins. A faint hum of something in the back of his head. His hips did begin to move once more, much to the approval of the sibling below him. He watched the satisfied smile and moan on Setton's decorated features even as his hand rose up from below. His fingers caressed over fur, his claws gently slipped past with the utmost care, met the matching set of his other hand, and then squeezed into the neck connecting to that damn face.

Setton didn't react at first as his pace became quicker, harder, but as the next moan became nothing more than a squeak and air barely passed by, his eyes shot open as Fushi's grip around his throat tightened further. “You want me to show you some brotherly love, sweet brother?" The words came out slow and growling. “Fine. Here's my brotherly love. Take it. TAKE IT!"

The bedframe clanked alarmingly, the lithe body beneath squirming and flailing. His hips were like jack hammers, pounding relentlessly to break the very foundation beneath them. He could hear the sap of balls against thighs, the firm clench of a yielding hole vainly trying to slow him down. Hands were grabbing at his arms, but they were nothing more than background. He watched the eyes before him bulge and a mouth gape open, tongue sticking out.

He didn't realize how close he actually was to climax until a sudden drop in energy staggered his thrusts. Pleasure and energy all went rampant, making his limbs tremble in sudden need. Something wet hit his cheek, but he didn't spare it a thought as he tried to keep focus, keep thrusting, keep the bonding going...

And finally, he had no more energy to give. He slumped into oblivion.

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Painful throbbing brought awareness, blurry and muffled. His mouth felt dry and stiff, like cotton stuffed into his windpipe, and steadily the discomfort woke him enough to register he felt like hell. Definite fragments of memory confirmed that he had been drinking too much, and that everything else he was feeling was that of a hangover. The only light in the room was mercifully restrained behind curtains, leaving things just bright enough to make out without causing extra pulses of pain to his precious brain matter.

Fushi pushed himself up and sat himself on the edge of the bed as he tried to sort his thoughts. Apart from the charity auction and what felt like an excellent 'date,' he recalled a terrible nightmare involving strangling his brother—not that he hadn't been tempted by the thought now and then, but never seriously. The dream had been disturbingly real...

But that did bring back other memories, and a faint stirring at the other side of the bed made him turn around to see the back of another Mienshao, bed sheet draped over their hips. The earring accessories on their ears and the kimono neatly folded over a nearby chair confirmed that at least one of those things had been quite real. The lack of any other apparel on her at all and the fact he only seemed to be wearing his socks clearly suggested something carnal.

I definitely can't drink and have sex at the same time I think. My good time must have blended into the dream. A shame, really, but moderating his drinking a little bit was hardly a problem. In retrospect, nothing said he'd have such bizarre dreams a second time either. I'm just overthinking it.

More alert and a bit happier than before, he pushed himself up and staggered towards the bathroom. A careful squint helped against the glare of the lights as he got a look at himself in the mirror and poured himself some water; he definitely looked hung over. Hopefully Charity wasn't nearly as bad off as him.

Hopefully she didn't end up regretting ending up in his bed accordingly. It was certainly a sobering thought. For him.

Water in, water out. He carefully made his way back out to see if his activity had disturbed his bedmate. She now lay on her back, though still seemed asleep. At some point she had washed off her decorative markings, which made sense if you didn't want them ending up smeared on a pillow. Unsurprisingly for a mustelid, her frame contorted as readily in sleep as it no doubt did awake, the twitching tent in the bedsheet no doubt one leg sleepily moving...

Once more, he was reminded of that terrible dream. Dread slowly crawled into his chest and squeezed around his heart. Step by slow step he got closer, hand reaching out and carefully pulling at the bedsheet.

The tent dispelled itself with the brief jump of a sizable morning wood, performing its morning ritual. Charity's—no, Setton's—form shivered just a little bit, but maintained its lopsided sprawl.

Fushi barely remembered moving around the bed to check beneath the fur of his neck, finding faint bruising beneath. The feeling of the hangover was almost an afterthought compared to the newfound terror in his mind as he sat back on his side of the bed, clutching at his head and trying to steady his breaths. None of it was a dream; everything he remembered was real. Setton had expertly fooled him into thinking him a female mienshao. Flirted with him, had him find things to talk about, desire her (him), all the way to slipping into his bed, then...

He could forgive the deception for the most part: the reveal hadn't been in public, and it was not the first time Setton had tried to go further than flirting, but Fushi had always rejected it. While Fushi didn't approve of incest, pokemon family politics were murky even after the Liberation just from how long interbreeding had been a part of daycare systems and further, not to mention that didn't really matter between two males anyways, so it was doubly irrelevant for them. Setton obviously didn't mind the idea at all, but he was so infuriating in other ways he'd never even once entertained the idea anyways. No, he could definitely forgive that, especially with them both drunk.

But to strangle his brother, only to be stopped because he essentially fucked himself unconscious? What if he hadn't passed out? Would Setton have broken free, or been so caught off guard that the worst could have happened?

Absolutely unforgivable.

Movement on the other side of the bed told him Setton was awake at last, not that his current state of mind cared. The faint sound of joints or vertebrae popping alluded to the stretch, the wisp of air a yawn, and the grunt with a small shake to be just that, a shake to fluff out the fur. No greetings were given, no words made. He could only assume that Setton was glaring at his back or similar, given what he'd nearly done.

Which made the sudden weight on his back more surprising as arms wrapped around him in a hug and Setton's muzzle appeared over his shoulder. “Good morning, Fushi Wushi. Are you ready for another bout of Choke-The-Weasel? I know I suggested you liked fat chicks, but even I didn't think you were that perverted." The words were so utterly full of teasing despite clearly also feeling a hangover that it made him blink. “But seriously, could you try choking me a little more? Maybe it'll cut off this feeling like I ate a bunch of cardboard."

He pulled his face free from his hands and just stared. “Are you seriously joking right now?"

Setton shrugged against him, rubbing against him in what he could only assume was affectionate. "Well I could just say 'I feel like shit. Remind me not to drink that much wine without a bit more food again.' But you and I don't party together so—"

“I nearly killed you. I had my hands around your throat. Why would you joke about this?"

There it was; that feeling filling his head again, the one from realization and not frustration. It must have shown, because the sleepy, pained smirk on Setton's face changed to surprise. “Fushi, are you... crying?"

Was he? He looked down at his hands and realized they were wet. He dabbed at his face with a dry portion on the other side and found it damp after. Yes, he was crying.

It was almost hilarious in how a few tears suddenly turned the normally happy-go-lucky rabble rouser into something else. Setton no longer clung to his back, but now sat beside him, facing him more directly while focusing on every little detail. “Fuck. You are crying. Fushi, I'm fine, really. You just got a little rough! It's not the first time I've been choked, seriously or erotically."

“I had both hands around your neck. You were completely unguarded. All I would've had to do was have that one wrong thought and then—"

“I am fine." Setton spoke firmly and loudly, and promptly winced. “Look, I'm more used to being shitfaced than you are, and I was trying to keep up an act to boot. I did a stupid thing dragging you into bed while we were both drunk, and I figured getting a good excuse to throttle me a little after figuring out who I was would make you less cranky about it later after you slept it off. Apparently I was way off on that. I'm sorry."

It took a little bit to digest the word, but the squeezing at him slowly eased away. He could feel the closeness of his brother, trying to comfort and reassure him instead of tease or stimulate. It was actually quite nice. He could feel the tears flowing down his cheeks now, but those would probably take a little longer to stop. “Thank you. I'm still sorry about trying to choke you all the same."

Setton's arms wrapped around him in a position closer to a hug in response, and the two just sat there. Fushi wasn't entirely sure what else to say—the hangover made thinking harder—and it seemed like Setton felt the same. He did make the idle observation about how it felt to be held like this after waking up though. It was another example of why he wanted to find a mate, or at least personal company, he could enjoy it with.

“Your socks look cute on you, by the way. They almost looked like leg warmers when you answered the door last night."

Aside from Setton, anyways. He frowned a bit as he tried to match the moment he was talking about and it clicked. “I don't think you were really looking at my legs at that time."

“I have two eyes. I can totally multi-tasked admiring views."

That got a snort out of him. “So apart from admiring my legs and wanting to suck my dick, what else did you multi-task from that? Or only two things because you only have two eyes?"

“I was thinking if we swapped out the jockstrap for some cut-off shorts, throw in a studded collar and maybe switched out the dress shirt for a crop top and kept the vest, you'd have a great professional party vibe going."

He had to admit, the idea had its appeal—but it wasn't his style in the slightest! “Do I look like some sort of punk type to you? Goofball."

Setton chuckled and kissed his cheek. “Hey now, if I can be a perfect lady, I'm sure you could punk out for a bit yourself. Next time we make a bet we can try to see how long you can let loose without clenching up like you do."

That's right. All of this had started because of a stupid bet. “Speaking of bets, since you did actually show up..."

A dramatic sigh came out from Setton. “Yes, yes, I suppose I owe you three conditions now. Considering the whole choking thing I don't want you thinking that I'm a complete asshole."

“Actually, you were a perfect lady for the whole thing, from the auction to our chatting, even with some of your humor and that thing with the business card... unless that was some stunt to try and earn extra points somehow?"

“Hm? Oh, with Aiko? No, that was totally real. If she takes the offer expect her to possibly call you and ask for me or Charity if she doesn't just talk to you directly."

Good. He'd have been worried if Setton had managed to stage all that too. “Anyways, you behaved for the entire time there, so if I ever do settle down, you have my blessing to visit, provided you behave of course."

It wasn't easy to actually surprise Setton, but a quick glance showed the dumbfounded face. A moment later he fist pumped off to the side. “YES!"

“That said," Fushi continued with a grin; he couldn't help but be amused. “You did presumably lie your way into a charity auction and tried to seduce me for fun, not to mention cause me a serious amount of stress. I think I'm owed at least one condition as compensation."

Setton looked up from his momentary victory shuffle—looking extra ridiculous on the bed as he was. “Okay, I can totally work with that. What sort of binding of my behavior do you wish to wrap me up with, oh master?"

Fushi rolled his eyes. “Under no circumstance are you to talk to anyone about what happened here, nor can you tease me about it. I'm not going to say you can't ever bring it up, but only to me. I don't need you trying to tease me around our parents or others in general."

“But, but, the teasing was going to be the best part!" Setton wailed—overdramatically. Fushi had a feeling it was all for effect. “Can't I at least tease you in private?"

“No."

“Awwww, man!" Setton spun himself and flopped onto the other side of the bed, muffled groans reverberating through the mattress. After a moment he turned his head in his direction, mock pouting. “Fine, but now I regret helping clean you up after you passed out."

“Clean me up?" he frowned, not recalling anything he'd have qualified as cleaning up. “How?"

Rolling back over, Setton bumped into his side. “Right before you passed out, I happened to cum while you were jackhammering my backside. You may or may not be aware that I'm messy when that happens, so it was all over your chest... and your chin... and on me and most of our clothes."

It wasn't something he actually kept track of, but he was at least indirectly aware that Setton was... productive. The realization still made him cover his face in embarrassment and sigh. “Fuck. Did it get on the pillows too? Why am I still wearing my socks then?"

“Oh yes, and the pillows! I gave them a good rinse and flipped them. As for the socks..." Setton's arm reached across his lap and tickled along his thigh. “I did say they looked cute on you."

Fushi swatted the hand, which made it pull away, but it at least got him out of his flustered moment. “Well, thank you then for cleaning up, even if it technically was your fault. I hope it didn't ruin the kimono though."

Setton rolled over onto all fours and began to stretch, back arching as his rear rose into the air. “I'm sure no one will mind a pokemon in the fur wandering the halls, especially at this hour."

“Not when they might mistake you for Charity because of your earrings." Fushi made his tone firm. “If you suddenly ruin the auction with gossip like that I'm going to count it as a fail and rescind my permission, and take those other two conditions."

The warning got a pout, but Setton didn't object, merely rolled over again and arched his back once more, crotch now jutting into the air. Naturally, this made things flop everywhere, and no doubt was very much on purpose. “Alright, that's fair I suppose. I wouldn't want to create that kind of scandal for the bachelorettes. They were quite nice after all."

“Imagine their reaction if they could see how refined you are right now."

“My posture is quite refined, thank you!"

“You're just trying to get in a chance to tease me and flirt with me before I kick you out."

“I mean, we did basically have sex together. The boundary has been crossed!" Setton's body flopped back onto the bed, bouncing it. He fluttered his eyelashes and tried to make the most imploring face Fushi had ever seen (by him) in his direction. “Surely that means something?"

Fushi let out a sigh, then felt another pulse of his hangover ring his skull. “How can you be horny while we're both hung over?"

“Like I said, I have more practice, feeling smashed and getting smashed." Setton scrambled upright and behind him, hands now at his shoulders. “I'll give you a massage?"

“No." The answer was not just for the offer, but for the connotations beyond.

The fingers began to knead anyways. “I'll dress back up as Charity and play the part out?"

“No." That's right, he needed to be more forceful with his brother, or clever. It was a lot harder to be clever when you were hung over, however.

Setton leaned in. “I'll let you have two conditions instead of just one?"

That was a little more tempting, and it gave him an idea. “Tell you what..."

He could practically hear those ears snap to attention. “Hmm?"

“If you want me to fuck you so badly, figure out a good bet I'll agree to, and make those your stakes."

He knew that would make his brother think, and think hard about a way to get his desires right now. He also knew that he probably wouldn't find something that would work, and practiced at being hung over or not, it'd still hurt to try and think about it. The growing whine confirmed that as he felt Setton's face smoosh into his back. “Come ooooon! At least let me suck you off, or mutual hand jobs, or something!"

“I already gave you my terms."

More grumbling. “I liked you better when you were choking me."

Fushi chose to let that joke slide: He was busy savoring his verbal victory.

-FIN