FSE

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«FOR FUCK'S SAKE!!!» I cuss out loud as the program outputs whatever the fuck it wants for the umpteenth time, startling the boys.

«Chill..!» George smirks, amused.

«No, I'm not chill! I'm not going to be chill! I'll probably reach my flashpoint if this piece of shit doesn't start working properly WITHIN THE NEXT FIVE MINUTES!!!» I slam my fist on the desk as the IDE stops responding.

«I'm going to bite a chunk out of my keyboard!»

«What are you even doing?» Kyle asks, looking over his monitor.

«A certain someone didn't do a proper merge when pushing, reverting fours hours of work on Ferretti's XML generation, which I'm getting hell for and will likely continue to do so, because THERE ISN'T A FUCKING COMMENT IF I PAID IT IN GOLD, AND YOU WOULD HAVE CREATED BETTER VARIABLE NAMES BY SLAMMING YOUR BALLSACK ONTO THE KEYBOARD!!!»

I can feel Mike trying to bury himself into his desk, the network cable under it audibly relaxing as he takes his feet off it.

«YES, YOU!!!» I yell at him, making the others laugh.

«How was I supposed to know my working copy was obsolete?» the culprit protests.

«Did you update it at any point this year?!»

«He probably did that not too long before your last commit, he was just higher than a mountain when he pushed his shit.» Eric suggests as he types, smirking. «Since it highlights your version when you compare the files, he probably picked that one and overwrote everything.»

«I pulled last week..!» Mike retorts, freezing me on the spot.

«Last- wait, what else did you commit?» I ask, dreading the answer.

«Well, I regenerated and recompiled every file I looked into..»

My eyes widen. «So, you're telling me you crushed every single file on the repository with your outdated pile of vomit, did not even consider stopping to test it, and PUSHED FUCKING EVERYTHING STRAIGHT INTO PRODUCTION?!» I almost spit out a lung, my heart threatening to jump out of my throat to kill him itself.

«I did test my stuff, and it worked..!» he protests.

«No shit! You added like 10 lines of logic and two checkboxes on top of perfectly working code!» George chuckles, likely reviewing the file's history. «So every test that it went through was fine on our end, but Ferretti's new machines likely started shitting themselves after their patch got reverted!»

«You wrote no commit message I can search for to check what was changed. For the hundredth fucking time.» I hiss, feeling the veins on my forehead throb. «Now, here's what's going to happen: I'm going to commit my stuff AGAIN; you're going to backup everything you actually edited; you're then going to update your working copy THE WAY ARCEUS FUCKING INTENDED, and you're going to merge things properly on your end, file by file, line by line, if needed; meanwhile, I'm going to repackage the program to revert your changes and get Ferretti off our dicks, before he chokes on them, like he'd deserve if he weren't willing to pay a fuckton of money for this garbage.»

«Well, no need to become a drill sergeant..!» Mike huffs.

«Shut. The Fuck. Up.» I immediately cut him off. «This happens way too often for you to have a say on the matter. So be quiet and pray William or Lana don't find out.»

«Yeah, she's definitely pegging you if she catches you lacking!» George quips, tossing a crumpled document at the stoner, who's prompt to toss it back.

«We can hear the yelling all the way from the meeting room, behind a closed door. What's-» Lana is about to ask as she enters the room, getting her glasses knocked off by the paper ball.

With a sharp exhale, she picks up the lenses to settle them back onto her muzzle.

«Shit happened. Shit is being fixed.» I let her know through the remnants of my anger, making the other's jaws drop.

The lopunny raises a brow, shifting her focus on me.

Her expression is particularly stern, and I'm not sure if it's just because of my reply, for what happened last friday, or simply both.

«I sure hope you'll be more accurate than that on your report, since we're neither plumbers nor gastroenterologists.»

Then, she notices Mike's legs going back to rest onto the cable, and her brows furrow.

«Michael, if your feet can't reach the floor, we can provide you a foot rest. You just have to mention it.»

«Uh? No, no, they reach...»

«Then, please, get them off that thing. Why is it even dangling like that?»

«The nails gave out, and Jordan determined the desk probably wouldn't survive another hammering.» Kyle replies, pretending to work. «We tried with duct tape, but the cable kept getting caught in things and ripping the switch off, so we gave up.»

She sighs. «Nails. Pointing up into the desks. The same desks where you constantly slam your fists when you get frustrated. Right. Are there more engineering marvels I should be aware of?»

Then, she locks eyes with Eric, whose pretty much sitting like a giant on a tricycle, much to her suspicion.

«The height adjustment is broken.» he finally admits meekly.

«Way to destroy your back!» she retorts, annoyed.

«Well, at least it's not threatening to pierce through the cushion...»

Her eyes widen, and his dart towards Kyle, who returns a glare at him.

Lana marches over, makes him stand up, and lifts the seat cushion.

«What the fuck!» she genuinely lets out when she sees the hole the pneumatic cylinder punched through the seat, now held back by an unhealthy amount of tape but still primed to anally deflower anyone who'd sit too abruptly on it.

«You lot are a lawsuit waiting to happen! Why didn't you speak up about any of this?! You!» she then barks at George, startling him.

«I can feel it in my bones: what are you hiding from me?»

«Uh... nothing, really. I mean, I guess my wrist kind of hurts after holding the mouse for a while...» he replies as he holds up between his index and thumb the microscopical ledyba-shaped mouse a client gifted him, making her pinch the bridge of her nose as she suppresses a second cuss.

«I want you to make a list of all the things that need replacement and, or, repair. Immediately.»

She glances at me one last time before turning around and leaving, letting the boys audibly exhale.

«Arceus almighty, what a pain in the ass!» George grumbles under his breath.

«Yeah..!» Kyle whispers his agreement. «How long does a lopunny live for, again?»

«Keep that kind of shit to yourselves.» I scold them, taking them aback once more, judging by their expressions. «She's as gentle as a donphan in a glassery, I'll give you that, but this time she means well. Do as she says, before you find yourselves with a chair up your asses.»

Having said that, I grab my cup and head for the break room, where I find Lana leaning against the wall, staring at the logo of the company drawn into her macchiato.

She doesn't acknowledge my presence even as I start the machine, leaving a heavy silence between us.

«I'm sorry.» I eventually utter with all the willpower I can muster.

As no answer comes, I turn my head, finding her still staring at her beverage while she moves it in a circular motion to stir its contents.

«I'm sorry for... insulting you, after you saved my life. While risking your own.»

«It's okay.» she finally replies, raising her gaze to meet mine.

«Emotions were high, so I wasn't fully myself back there, even if I can assure you I berated you like that for a reason. A personal reason, mind you, but one you'd probably forgive.»

«I imagine I shouldn't ask about it?» I ask as I pick up my coffee, already knowing the answer.

A short chuckle escapes her throat, followed by a sad smile.

«You're learning.» she nods, then takes a sip of her macchiato.

After a few seconds of drinking together, she lowers her cup, thoughtful.

«It's a lot, Sammy. This isn't the place for it. Honestly, I don't know if there's a right one at all.»

«You don't have to tell me, if you don't want to. But know that I wouldn't judge you if you did.»

«Oh, I'm well aware, belly-boy. I'm sure you know the sob stories of half The Swingshot, by now. Mine would be just another pearl on that rosary.» she teases, but without the usual bite.

For a short while, she returns to her silent contemplation, her eyes lost into something only she can see.

«Everything okay?» I try asking her, determining it's not.

She furrows her brows for a second, considering whether to tell me or not.

«You know that whole mess the Owners made last week in Pacea?» she finally humors me.

I nod, awaiting more information.

«In their path, they damaged a few stores managed or owned by pokémon by throwing rocks and spray-panting hateful messages everywhere.» she explains. «Some of them I invested in, so this is partly my responsibility.»

«That's-»

«Bullshit, I know.» she anticipates me, trying to hide her vulnerability by assuming control of the conversation, as I've noticed she often does. «Such is life, Sammy. If they deem my involvement with their brand risky and they can prove it, they can pretty much force me to sell my shares. I've told you plenty of times how cold I am, and that business is business, but...»

She sighs.

«...I really hope it doesn't come to that. Many of the shops rely on deals I struck between them to get mutual, affordable prices for supplies, including The Swingshot.»

«No chance of William helping you out?» I suggest. «Even just for namesake?»

«From "Lana Falco" to "William Falco".» she points out, raising a brow. «If there's something those fuckers are good at, is connecting dots, especially when they're actually there. If you've ever been on any Owner social media page, you'd know what I'm talking about.»

She moves to the sink to wash her cup. «Furthermore, other than a cold, materialistic bitch, I'm also extremely stubborn, so I'll give them as much hell as I can, before I eventually join them there.»

«Is there any way I can help you?» I offer, unsure how.

She looks over her shoulder with one of her usual smirks.

«You could ask Mark to get you drunk more often. It would be good for business, and for my mood.»

She takes my cup for rinsing, too. «But seriously; just keep Ferretti off my ass, and you'll make my day.»

After drying it, she tosses it back to me.

«And thank you for defending me, earlier. While I am more concerned about getting sued than anything... I guess this place would be pretty boring without you lot.»

Her admission catches me off guard.

«So, we broke through the ice?» I suggest cheekily.

She chuckles, stepping down the chair to head out.

«Keep dreaming! And "fixing shit"!»

Then she glances over her shoulder with a grin that doesn't fully reach her eyes.

«And try to do it before I'm forced to peg you, will you?»

Once home, I find Keiran sitting upside down on the couch, tail flopped back through his legs and into his mouth as he nibbles the tip, thoughtfully texting someone.

«Hi, FHammy.» he mumbles without even looking at me.

«Hi. Trying to look at the world from a different perspective?»

«Ph!» he spits out his appendage in annoyance as he tosses the phone aside. «Sheila should try that..!»

«You two still mad at each other?» I ask, raising an eyebrow.

«Not mad. More like... having communication issues.» he concludes, resting his paws on his belly as he measures his words.

«Between you reading aura and her being a psychic-type, I thought that kind of thing would be way easier.» I admit, taking off my jacket as he chuckles at my naivety.

«Oh, no, that just makes it harder to lie, for better or for worse. I guess that would make it easier for us to get married by Reshiram's worshipers.»

I furrow my brows at the last comment, turning around to face him properly.

«We aren't getting married!» he quickly raises his paws in front of him, alarmed. «It's not in our plans yet! It was just a joke!»

«Hm. So, what's the problem, then? What are you disagreeing on?»

His eyes widen lightly as they dart around.

«Uh..! It's... complicated. I'll tell you at some point, I'm promising you that, but right now... eh..!» he inhales through his teeth.

«Complicated.» I conclude, heading to the bathroom. «Well, I'm here for you, if you need me. Just... don't do stupid shit in the meantime.»

«Ah, c'mon with that! You know me!» he retorts, amused.

«Exactly.» I conclude with a half smirk, before a thought makes me pause to stare at him though slitted eyelids.

«You didn't get her pregnant, did you?»

«WHA- NO!» he almost loses his balance, catching himself with his arms before straightening himself into a normal posture. «If there's something we're careful about, it's that!»

I raise my hands. «Just guessing. And making sure.»

He pouts, huffing as he stands up to follow me. «I should start asking you that every time you come back from The Swingshot..!»

I freeze again while I'm washing my face, staring into the mirror.

«Well, there's still Calypso's question. Theoretically, her species is supposed to be a very specific mix of dragon, flying, and monster group, so if it's not a latios doing the deed, nothing comes out of it. Theoretically.»

He leans against the door frame, pursing his lips. «Well, there you go. Four notches on your belt, and still no child support to pay!»

«One of them was a male.» I point out as I dry off.

«Could've been a ditto.» he shrugs as if he made a good counterargument, making me furrow my brows as I try to understand if he's messing with me.

«Dittos aren't real. They're a symbol of abundance and a representation of the adaptability of life. One of the most popular Kantonian folklore figure on the net, for OBVIOUS reasons.»

«There are mons shaped after letters, but one that can mate with anything is a no-no?» he retorts, clearly eager to fuck around.

«It's the opposite, you bellend! The letters were shaped after the unowns!» I exclaim, escalating the situation to vent the leftover frustration from work.

«But they have no ding-dong nor coochie! If there's a species that can exist without that, why not a-»

«Keiran, I've already had to deal with enough illogical bullshit today! Dittos aren't a thing! Metagrosses and magnezones also have no ding-dongs nor coochies, because they're energy-based lifeforms that mate through another type of discharge! That doesn't mean there can be a thing that can fuck every single other thing in existence and potentially pop out a child with each of them!» I let out all in one breath, making him laugh his ass off.

«So you're saying you don't exist?» he adds, his smirk widening.

«Arceus fucking almighty, go get the pot on the stove, before I toss you out a window!» I playfully growl as I throw a shoe in his general direction while he runs away, howling with laughter.

Despite myself, I start giggling too.

If anything, I guess he succeeded in getting me off his ass about Sheila.

I mean, he's old enough to deal with that on his own, but I pray that it works out for him.

I sigh as I hear the loud clatter of metal pots collapsing in the kitchen, poorly mimicking a thunderstorm, followed by an «Oops!»

With resignation, I finally leave the bathroom to assess the damage and make us something that's not based on potato chips.

I enter the main hall of The Swingshot at about the same time as a male floatzel stands up from one of the stools, discreetly shaking his head as he leaves behind a particularly disheartened female primarina, judging by her slumped posture.

I sit next to Angela on the same table as last time, exchanging a gentle smile with her.

«Hi, mama bird.»

«Hello, love.» she returns softly, before turning back to the primarina.

«That poor girl... it's the third time already.»

I study the water type more carefully, admiring the patterns on the pristine, shiny scales that flow into her iridescent fins, the downy fur on her upper body, and the long cerulean hair cascading over her shoulders.

«She's... beautiful.» I admit, nearly in awe. «Is she rejecting them all?»

The staraptor shakes her head. «Not from what I've heard the others say. She's likely just shy, extremely so.»

I nod, watching her get startled by Mark as he asks her something, before apologizing.

«I was considering going there to comfort her, but I don't want to risk making her feel "wrong".»

«Were they all male? Maybe she likes girls...»

She shakes her head again. «No, one was a female. All of different body types, species, and varying degrees of... "handsomeness", so...»

«Hm.» I acknowledge, still captivated by the newcomer.

«You look excited, love.» Angela comments after a short pause, patting my thigh with a knowing look, taking me aback with the soft sting of her talons.

«Uh! I... I have a thing for her species.» I admit, mildly flustered.

«Oh, is that so?» she playfully teases. «Well, the path is clear, and she could use a gentle soul to soothe her own.»

I take a deep breath, nervous.

«You'll do great.» the avian reassures me warmly, brushing my back with her wing. «And if it doesn't work out, your favorite old bird will always be here for you.»

Finally, I stand up, forcing myself to take the first step.

«Good luck, love!» she whispers as I walk towards the newcomer.

About half the way through, I slow down to consider how to approach her, since she seemed quite skittish.

But as I open my mouth, she turns her head to glance at me over her shoulder, visibly surprised, but not as much as I am once I properly see her face for the first time.

Her cerulean eyes, despite the first tears welling up in them, look like the calm waters of a tropical bay, bright and speckless.

Her cheekbones are smooth and velvety due to her milky white fur, perfectly lsoftening into her gentle jaw, giving a feminine, almost divine perfection to her lineaments.

A small, rounded pink nose rests at the tip of her elegant snout, framed by the pearls of her natural tiara, which hold back the rich waves of her blue hair.

I must be standing there for a while, lost in the sound of my heartbeat, because Mark calls me for what must not be the first time.

«Samuel. Good evening.»

I gasp awkwardly when I remember I have a physical body that needs to breathe.

«Hi, Mark..!» I stammer, moving towards the stool next to her. «May I sit with you?»

Finally overcoming the surprise of seeing a human in the establishment, she nods, even if her posture shrinks as she averts her gaze, filled with a mix of shyness and a hint of surrender.

At first, I was so blown away by her beauty that I didn't even notice just how imposing she is.

Even curled up, she's obviously way larger than me, even if perfectly proportioned as a specimen.

I wouldn’t be surprised if she measured three meters head to tail.

«I'm Samuel.» I gently introduce myself, afraid to scare her off.

«Kazumi...» she replies, an oddly soothing vibration reaching my ears as she reveals her name. Her eyes are subtly moving around, her long arms crossed over the counter as her wide, webbed fingers nervously tap on it.

«I'm not bothering you, am I?» I ask, just to make sure she's actually here for more than a drink.

«No, no..!» she shakes her head, trembling slightly as I see her eyes grow slightly more lucid. «I- I'm here to meet someone... someone new..!» she whispers, that same pleasant sound audible.

It feels... familiar.

«Have you already ordered anything?» I ask, studying her discreetly.

The patterns on her scales, those earrings...

«No...» she murmurs like she did something wrong.. «I... don't know what to choose.»

«Oh, Mark can surely help.» I reply, turning towards the machamp, who's already on the case.

«No need to trouble yourselves..!» she murmurs, timid.

«It's my pleasure, miss.» he politely retorts, patiently waiting for her order. «I suggest you look at the ingredients, skip what is not of your taste, and keep one you think you might like until you come across a better choice for you.»

With those words, the primarina rapidly skims through the menu.

«Well... I'd like to try a... on the Beach... if it's not a problem, please..!» she awkwardly mumble the name of the drink.

«Sex on the Beach, perfect.» he nods, giving her space as she buries her face in her hands, embarrassed.

«A Chilly Willy for me, thank you.» I reply, getting a short giggle from her while her head is still down, before she tries to sink further into her palms.

I was hoping to make her feel more at ease by picking an even more awkward name, but I guess the results were mixed.

«Sex on the Beach with a Chilly Willy.» Mark repeats to himself before getting to work, bringing a childish smile to my face.

I then turn to Kazumi, who's still trying to hide her own amusement and blush.

If Cody weren't gay, he would have been perfect for her.

Considering Angela's maternal instincts, she would probably treat her as his older sister under her wings.

Still, I can't shake the feeling that we've already met.

The pattern on her tail dares me to remember, until her pearl earrings rattle gently as she turns her head towards me, worried.

«Is... something wrong?»

«Oh, no. Sorry, it's just... have we ever met?» I finally dare to ask, and her eyes widen.

«NO!» she loudly replies, making my ears ring before turning away and ducking her head in embarrassment. «I mean..! No, no, I don't think so...»

I let it go for the moment, even if I don't really believe her.

For a few minutes, we remain quiet, until the song in the background changes, and she discreetly starts humming along, perfectly harmonizing her voice with the melody.

My eyes widen as it finally clicks.

«Sea Lotuses!» I let out, pulling out my phone to look them up. «Last year you came here at the Central Theater to sing! You were among them! I went there with my lucario-»

I stop in my tracks as I find her name under the "Lead Singer" listing.

«Please, don't say it out loud..!» she begs, leaning in so close I feel dwarfed.

I look into the depths of her blue eyes before averting my gaze, feeling a mix of intimidation, arousal, and awe.

«I... I'm sorry if I scared you.» she murmurs, retreating. «But please... I just want to be free from that responsibility for one night..!»

«Alright, alright.» I acknowledge quickly, trying to reassure her. «I'm sorry for pressuring you, then. Although, I didn't expect someone with a job like yours to be so... introverted.»

She sighs, crossing her arms defensively, making me fight every instinct not to stare at her breasts as they compress.

Holy shit, they’re huge.

I mean, “twice-the-size-of-my-head” huge.

How can two shells and a few strands of dried kelp hold all of that together?

«Sex on the Beach.» Mark rests her drink in front of her, before discreetly raising a brow to remind me that I'm talking to a girl and not shopping for melons.

«Well... the darkness in the theaters helps... and being onstage or in the water makes me feel a lot safer from the crowd.» she replies, sighing.

Once the bartender delivers my drink, I raise the glass and take a sip, which gets her to do the same by imitation.

«I see. I probably wouldn't be able to do any of that, but that may be because of a lack of artistic talent.»

«Oh, I'm not that good, either..!» she replies, lowering her gaze. «I think I'm the lead singer because I'm the oldest and most experienced among the group, not because I'm particularly gifted, for my kind...»

«I mean... it's not really a gift because you had to earn it, but it's still valuable.» I retort. «I'm in a similar position, except I don't have any special title or role at my workplace.»

«What do you do for a living?» she timidly asks, likely to change the subject as her large body prevents the drink from properly melting her resistance.

«Programmer. Wouldn't recommend, even if I'm thankful I don't have to deal with "the public" that often.»

«That takes intelligence..! Does it not..?»

«Not as much as you think.» I chuckle. «It's mostly putting up with the customer's weird ideas, and learning how their company works to best adapt the product to their need.»

«Hm...» she nods, seemingly lost in thought.

«So, I don't really get to do things I like, most of the time.» I conclude. «What about you? Do you like what you do, public aside?»

«My kind is born for this.» she nods with a faint smile. «I love training my voice with my friends. The best part is when we all get to swim together and sing underwater, trying to create new songs and test new ranges.»

Her tail sways playfully at the thought, her powerful muscles visibly flexing beneath her glistening scales.

«Until the younger ones start competing for the highest note, and everyone has to silence them because the sound starts to hurt!»

«I've seen your species swim; your speed and elegance is otherworldly. You're pretty much dancing in the water!»

«I mean... we're just moving naturally..!» she retorts bashfully, before bringing a large hand forward. «Not to brag or anything! It's just... there are better swimmers in nature. Our songs are our pride, though..!»

Then, her expression grows sour.

«I just wish we could choose which ones we sing...»

«You don't?»

She looks away, uncertain.

«Not... not really. On one hand, I can understand the issue for our human managers; they have to promise the public something, and we have to deliver, regardless of how we feel. On the other, forcing a song is... frustrating. Sometimes painful.»

I tilt my head, thoughtful. «Is it a physical thing, or a psychological one?»

«Both. In nature, our songs come naturally depending on our mood. A lot of the time, being on that stage... feels like lying.» she admits, finally setting down her empty glass. «Last time, I had to sing about love... but... that wasn't me; I had to listen to other primarinas singing to their mates, since I've never really experienced that, having grown in captivity. I... stole their notes.»

I can't say I fully understand the problem in the latter; I steal code from the internet all the time, and many artists use other's work as reference.

«Is it about taking the credit for their songs?» I tentatively ask.

«Well, I guess that's part of it, even if the song only imitated the "feel", "vibe", or however you want to call it. It's more about violating their intimacy. It's... hard to explain.» she admits, rubbing her fingers nervously.

«Like you listened to something you weren't even supposed to hear?»

«In a way... as if I took those emotions they reserved for each other and used them for my own gain... like a fraud.»

«Hey, now... It's not like you wanted to do it.» I try gently resting my palm on her shoulder, taking in the softness of her short, downy fur. «Honestly, in your place, I would have done the same: I don't know how to do something? I look at someone else doing it, and I even copy them, if it saves my skin.»

«I know, I know... but I just can't forgive myself for it.» she murmurs, glancing down at my arm, before distractedly taking my hand in her massive one, touching and joining each of my fingers in a self-soothing gesture.

«So, you're a perfectionist.» I comment after a short while, making her realize what she's doing and quickly lets go of me, flustered.

«Oh, I'm so sorry..!»

«Don't worry, I don't mind in the least.» I reassure her, offering her my hand back.

«I guess I am one, anyway... I'm merciless, when it comes to judging myself.» she admits, looking down at my limb yet again, unsure if to take it or not.

«I need to learn how to make my own love song..!» she ultimately accepts my digits again, although with a hesitant, featherlight touch.

«And that's why you came here?»

She timidly nods, blushing.

«I've heard of this place a short while ago, but I never found the time to come... until I finally snuck out.»

My eyes widen. «UH.»

«No, no, it's fine! Nobody knows! They still haven't called me!» she desperately promises.

«We don't have to expect a visit from the police, do we?» Mark asks while taking away our glasses, a hint of worry in his tone. «You're a fully evolved adult, so your presence is welcome, but I'm worried about your employer's... reaction.»

«They won't call the police, I promise..!» she insists, nervous. «My friends have already done it, and they were just called back by my manager..!»

The machamp takes a deep breath, returning to his work. «Well, it would be too late to be concerned now, regardless. Can I bring you anything else?»

«I'm fine, thank you.» she murmurs, visibly relieved. «I'm not allowed to get drunk...»

«It's about keeping control over your own voice, I presume?» he asks.

«That, and my public image.» She nods. «It would already be pretty embarrassing if I were recognized in a place like this as is... No offense!»

«Nobody will tell.» Mark reassures her. «Everyone here values their privacy, and so respects the others'.»

«Thank you...» she replies again, before shyly turning back to me. «But yes, I came here to... to find out what it's like to make proper love.»

«I'm willing to help you, if you accept me.» I reply, getting a soft gasp from her.

«Wow... this is even more nerve-wrecking than I thought... I'm torn.» she admits, nervously hugging herself as she ponders it, clearly questioning her choice.

«Don't worry about turning me down, if you're not feeling it.» I let her know to calm her down, but she shakes her head.

«No, I can't afford to..! It took so much just to come here... and I don't think I can get back to this point with someone else..! I must find those notes, even if it's scary..!» she retorts, a mix of fear and resolve in her expression. «Can we get a room..?»

I nod, standing up. «Thanks for the drinks, Mark.»

She takes a few rolled up banknotes from a small pouch hidden in her hair and held together by dried kelp, and she pays for her own drink. «Here. I can't afford to use a card, or I might get tracked...»

The machamp scratches his forehead, looking at the large piece of cash, before quickly pulling out a large amount of change.

«Oh, you can keep it as a tip..! You've been very kind to me..!» she stops him, taking him aback.

«Miss, this is more than a 500 percent tip.»

«Is that bad..?» she asks, worried.

«Not at all, but... it's a lot. Are you certain you don't want anything else, at least?»

She shakes her head, firm, before holding her hands on the counter to get down the stool. «I'm certain, although... is there a stairlift I could use..?»

Swiftly, Mark heads towards the stairs. «We are legally required to have one. I will set it up for you in a minute.»

She drags herself with her forelimbs, moving surprisingly swiftly.

«Doesn't that hurt?» I ask her, concerned as I hear the faint sound of her scales scraping against the floor.

«Oh, no!» she smiles, almost chipper. «My scales are more resilient than they look..!»

Shortly after, the lift is finally installed on the railing, and she elegantly perches atop it as if it were a rock near the sea, before nodding at Mark to give him the green light.

With a soft hum, the machine starts moving her up, and I walk alongside her.

Thank goodness for it; I wouldn't have been able to carry her up like I did with Angela, since she's probably more than double my weight.

I briefly glacing at the avian, who's gives me an approving nod, before I reach the top and lose sight of her.

«So... how does this work, exactly? We just... pick a free room?» she asks as she dismounts the lift, her scales dragging along the carpet with a muffled scrubbing sound.

«Yep.» I nod, scouting ahead, before finding one and opening it with my keycard. «There we go. After you.» I invite her.

She stands there for a few seconds, tense, before taking a deep breath and entering the room.

I lock the door behind us and turn back to face her, finding her looking down as she rubs her own wrist, clearly flustered.

«I... am not sure on how to go from here.» she admits meekly. «I've never done this before... not with a male.»

I raise my brows, surprised. «Oh. So, you and your friends..?»

Her tail curls up slightly as it flicks nervously. «Yes... it's not uncommon among my kind. Think of it as... training... and relief.»

«Nothing to be ashamed of.» I reassure her. «I mean, you're talking to a human who likes doing that kind of thing with pokémon, so...»

«I really don't see a problem with that.» she retorts, thoughtful. «I mean... most adult pokémon could stop a human, and everyone in here seems relaxed in your presence. In the end... we're all just trying to live our lives as best as we can, right..? So... why make that harder for each others?»

She grows more timid as she goes on with that train of thought, fidgeting harder as her tone grows by a few octaves, echoing within the room.

«Good point. But human society runs more on customs than on laws, so things like that are a "big no no" regardless.» I comment, sitting on the edge of the bed.

Her expression softens as she gazes at me. «It must be hard for you...»

I shrug. «Could have gone worse. At least this place exists.»

She nods thoughtfully, before approaching and hopping onto the mattress, her large body sinking partially into it, making me fall against her.

«Whoa!» I let out in surprise when she catches me by the shoulders.

«Sorry..! I usually sleep on a rock, so I didn't think this through!»

I make no mention of her ample bosom cushioning the impact, instead aiming to straighten up, even if I already feel myself grow excited.

«Don't worry about it. If anything, it showed me you're a great hugger!» I joke with a gentle smile, making her giggle nervously.

Since she doesn't really answer, still awkward about the small incident, I try changing the subject.

«So, earlier you mentioned you don't get to choose which songs to play; are there any you'd like to share right now?» I ask, hopeful. «Only if you genuinely want, mind you.»

A shy smile appears on her face, her cheeks flushing.

«Well... I could sing how I feel, but it's not a melody that was written on a sheet..!»

«That's alright; I barely know how to read one!» I encourage her, taking off my shoes to sit cross-legged on the bed, eager to listen.

After swallowing her saliva, she takes a deep breath, and then perfectly sings a full scale of notes, from lowest to highest and then back, sending a shiver down my spine.

Mark earlier suggested she can't drink too much to "keep control over her voice"; why do I feel like that wasn't just about singing properly?

A soft, uncertain melody leaves her lips, each note echoing between the walls of the room, making every solid surface tremble.

In a way, it evokes the feeling of listening to a songbird trapped in a cage, desperate to break free.

Kazumi searches my eyes as she keeps timidly singing, clearly seeking reassurance.

Trying to invite her to grow bolder, I gently take one of her hands in mine, making her reach an higher octave for a second before she pauses.

We remain still, staring at each other without saying a word, and the silence conquers the room yet again, leaving me wanting for the sound of her voice.

I start caressing her massive fingers, feeling each phalanx beneath her soft pelt.

«That was nice.» I praise her, focusing on the gesture. «But... I can't help but feel like there's more you wish to share.»

«Because there's more I wish to do.» she replies with surprising firmness, timidly closing her hand around my own. «My song is trapped, Samuel. And I'm too cowardly to let it flow freely..!»

«Don't say that..! You're just nervous.» I retort. «Tell you what, why don't you voice what you would like to do? I know you said you don't know how to proceed, but there are no set rules in this. Kind of like freestyle, I think?»

She gives me a weak smile, before playfully singing

«My small friend, let us get close,

this night might be the one that time froze,

my small friend, let us get snug;

this night I ask for naught but a hug..!»

«"Small friend"?» I repeat, pulling her out of her little creative outburst.

«I- I got carried away..! I'm sorry..! That was so stupid...»

«Well, I am technically smaller than you. Regardless, are you coming to get that hug or not?»

Awkwardly, she drags herself closer, her breath washing down on me as she fights her shyness, her faint, salty scent enveloping me.

Then, as if summoning every drop of courage she’s mustered into a single quick action, she almost dives onto me, squishing me underneath her body before remembering that her arms are supposed to wrap around me.

«OOF!!!» I grunt under her weight as her tits try to eat my head, trapping it between them and the string of her shell bra.

«Oh, no!» exclaims, mortified, scrambling to lift herself off me, looking down at me as her bosom hangs towards my face, clearly not done with me. «I'm so sorry..! Are you hurt?»

«No, no..!» I reply, still taken aback. «I didn't mind..! Just... take your time with it, okay?»

Carefully, she lifts me up into a sitting position and draws me closer, allowing for a much gentler encounter with her assets.

«You're kind of cute when you're curled up like this...» she murmurs, caressing my scalp. «Upright humans look way bigger than they actually are.»

«Does that make you feel more confident?» I ask, closing my eyes as I savor the touch.

«A little bit, I guess.» she admits, seeming to actually relax, for once. «Is this boring for you..?»

«It feels nice. It's also my first time with a pokémon that's actually larger than me, now that I think about it. I could get used to it.» I murmur, resting more fully against her breasts.

«I suppose you remind me of a brionne, size-wise. That might explain why I'm so content with holding you close...»

«A good maternal instinct with a good maternal body.» I conclude, amused.

«What do you mean?» she asks, blinking. «"Maternal body"? Am I fat..?»

My eyelids snap open in an instant. «Nonononono!» I blurt out, bolting upright to meet her worried gaze.

«You're not fat! You're splendid! It's just-» I pause, realizing I just dug myself into a hole. «Nothing..! Forget I said anything!»

«Are you blushing..?» she leans closer, lowering herself to match to my height. «Is there something wrong? I won't judge, so don't be afraid to speak your mind!»

Ultimately, I decide to come clean.

«I... really like your breasts.» I admit shamefully. «I've never seen a pair so big and plush.»

Her eyes widen, and her body tenses up around me.

For a second, I fear she might just switch up on me and tie my neck into a knot.

«Is... is that why human males always giggle when they see me in my tank? They tend to float, despite my shells...» she murmurs instead, squeezing them self-consciously.

«I'm afraid so.» I admit, glancing away, the sight and topic stirring my own sexual features.

For nearly a minute, she holds her breasts in her hands, silently contemplating them.

«Would you... like to see them?» she asks, hesitant. «If I offered?»

I cross my legs, failing to hide my arousal regardless.

«Yes. I would love to.» I admit, swallowing hard.

«And... would you be willing to get naked, in return?» she adds, visibly embarrassed by her own boldness. «Just to even the field..!»

I nod, my heart pounding in my chest.

She nods back, before taking a deep breath.

«Okay... You know, these are usually taken off only to wash or to feed the young. They're quite sensitive, as a result..!» she explains while she fiddles with the straps of her shells, biting her lower lip.

Finally, her bosom spills free as she delicately pulls away the thin garment, following gravity along with my jaw.

Her rosy nipples are hardening in front of my very eyes while a shiver visibly runs down her spine, likely due to a mix of the sudden exposure to the room's temperature and the intimacy of the act.

«So... do you like what you see?» she asks with a nervous chuckle, likely understanding how cheesy of a question that is.

«You're gorgeous.» I breathe out, enchanted, before remembering I also have to follow suit. «I feel kind of inadequate, now!»

I start by taking off my jacket and shirt, before unbuckling my belt under her attentive gaze.

She holds her breath as I unzip my trousers, but gasps and turns away as my tent springs up, making me worried.

«Are you okay?»

She quietly nod, hesitantly throwing glances back at me and my arousal.

«Do you want me to cover up?»

«No, no.» she reassures me, forcing herself to face me and lean forward to look at it more closely.

«It's... big. Maybe huge..!» she states after considering the words she should use for a moment.

I snicker, before gently caressing her cheek, much to her surprise.

«I know it's not that impressive, especially for someone your size.»

«Oh, no! I like it! I... have yet to see it, but it looks nice and sturdy!» she retorts, reminding me of Cody's flustered response during our size comparison, back then.

«You mentioned you never did this with a male, earlier. Do you know how I would compare with one of your species? Just so I can make a proper "plan of action".»

She tilts her head as her gaze move upwards to think better. «Not personally, no... our males are usually slightly larger than us, even if I'm fairly sizable, for my kind. But I've never actually seen... one of theirs. Although, one of my old mistresses once spoke about one of her experiences in the past.»

Her breath grows slightly heavier and unsteady.

«To sum it up with her words... it was "filling and fulfilling."»

I furrow my brows. «Quite the teachings you received, back then.»

«Ah! No, it was... well, a few younger ones had been caught... exploring themselves after they had just evolved, so she had to prepare them, just in case..!» she murmurs, embarrassed.

«Were you among them?» I dare to lightly tease her with a smirk.

«NO!» she quickly retorts, making my ears ring from the sheer power she put in that sound.

«S- sorry..! But no, I was too shy to even try, at first. She spoke about it that way to cheer them up, of course..! She was one of the gentlest ones before we inherited their place...»

I nod, still dazed. «I was joking, by the way. As I said, all you did was natural.»

«I know, I just reacted on impulse... I'm truly sorry about that..!» she replies, keeping her eyes on my bulge. «Can I still see it..?»

«Oh, of course! It's only fair!» I reply, before startling her again as I pull down my underwear, letting my length bounce free.

«Wow...» she murmurs, fanning herself as her eyes roam over my body. «Can we take it slow..?»

«Sure thing!» I reassure her, resting a hand on her muscular tail and feeling her scales tremble slightly under my touch. «It's actually a nice change of pace from my last partner!»

«Oh, really? Did she jump you?» she nervously ask, almost joking.

«You have no idea..!» I nod, shivering at the thought of Calypso's "approach". «She tried to get herself knocked up!»

Her eyes widen, her jaw agape. «With... you? Could she do that?»

I shake my head, before starting a conversation about my experiences with the others, sometimes earning a chuckle, others a flustered glance from behind her webbed hands.

«Oh.» she suddenly murmurs, looking at my groin, where my penis has gone soft again. «Is it too late to..?»

«Not at all! A few strokes, and it'll be back up and running in no time.» I stop her, getting my fingers around my glans. «I take it you're ready to resume?»

«I think so. But... can I try to... get it "back up and running" myself?» she asks just as I'm about to masturbate, her eyes moving between my organ and me.

«Oh. Of course.» I consent, surprised that she actually asked, before removing my hand to give her space.

Timidly, she leans closer to me, her body almost resting against my back as she gently moves a large finger to touch it, making me shiver as she drags it along the soft length, before reaching my sack.

«These are "balls", right? The ones that get mentioned in common conversation?» she asks, making me chuckle at the way she poses the question.

«Sorry..! Yeah, they are. Your males have them inside, I take it?»

She nods, without taking her eyes off my package. «They do... Oh, I think I'm doing it!»

Her tail sways excitedly as my member begins hardening again, and she lets it rest on her palm as it slowly hardens back to full mast.

«Well done, girl..!» I groan slightly as she rests more of her weight on me, but she quickly notices and straightens up.

«Oh, no! I keep messing up..!» she exclaims apologetically.

«Hm... What if we spooned?» I suggest, before leaning down on my side, giving her my back as I keep my eyes on her over my shoulder. «That should balance things out!»

After staring at me for a few seconds, she delicately follows me down on the mattress, her arm wrapping around me to go back to my genitalia while her powerful yet gentle body comes flush against mine, her huge breasts nearly pushing me forward as they resist being squished between us.

Her free hand tenderly slides underneath my head to cup it, acting like a pillow made of soft down and affection.

«So adorable..!» she lets out, resting her snout on top of my skull as she presses a kiss on it, making me blush for a change, even if I don't dare say a word to avoid making her feel bad for satisfying her own wishes.

Her tail softly wraps around my legs as her fingers lightly wrap around my cock to try and stroke it, her lips placing more gentle kisses on my scalp.

«Let me know if you don't want me to do something, okay..?»

I think I triggered her "mommy" mode again, and I don't mind that one bit.

I wonder what caused it, though...

«Oh...» she sighs as I shift lightly, my back rubbing against her hardened nipples.

Wait, are those it?

She did say they are only touched during cleaning and breastfeeding, and only the latter requires a second party.

Curiously, I twist my body slightly to get one of her tits over my shoulder, before tentatively suckling on its bud.

A loud gasp escapes her, and the hand she was using to hold my head starts caressing me with its thumb while the other strokes me harder.

«Y- yes, good..!»

I suck her teat more decisively, cupping it with both hands to gently knead it, feeling her squirm against my back as she tries to cradle me closer, her energetic ministrations steadily leading me towards a climax.

Eventually, I tremble in her embrace as I release onto her hand, groaning in bliss and letting her nipple escape my lips. «Kazumi..!»

«Oh..!» she wakes up after a short while, her hand shaking in disbelief as white droplets run down its fur.

«Uh... never seen it act so... liquid.» I murmur, still lost in my afterglow.

«My fur repels water.» she murmurs, angling her hand to let my seed pool as her flushed expression doesn't take its eyes off it. «So... I did it? I pleasured you?»

«Uh-uh..!» I murmur, resting my head in her hand.

«I thought it would have been way harder...» she ponders, distractedly letting my cum roll around in her palm before wiping it off on a towel.

«Right..! Because you're used to females...» I conclude, my brain still processing everything, before I suddenly snap my head around to look at her.

«You haven't come yet! Fuck!»

I apologize profusely as I try rolling over to fix that, before she stops me by squishing me against her in a strong yet harmless embrace.

«It's okay, Samuel..! We can wait for you to recover!» she coos, caressing my head some more with a soft smile on her lips. «When I climax, it's almost an instant knock out for me, so this way, I get to enjoy exploring this with you a while longer!»

«I mean, I could use my mouth and fingers.» I suggest, before she gently turns my head as she lowers hers. «That could take a while.»

«I'd... rather try something else first. If you'll allow me...»

«Anything you'd like.» I consent to the kiss, her large hands cupping my head and keeping it warm as her lips explore my own, trying to find the best angle to enjoy the intimate act.

I'm not sure how long we've been going at it, but she's been steadily growing bolder, until her tongue unexpectedly traces the sensitive seal of my lips, the salty musk of her arousal enveloping me like her tail.

Feeling like our roles are reversing, I let my muscle meet hers, shivering at her obvious superiority, both in strength and range of motion.

Her hands move to cup my back as well, pulling me even closer without breaking the kiss, and I tentatively try to return the embrace, slipping my legs out of her coil to wrap them around her tail.

Moaning softly against my mouth, she begins rubbing herself against my groin, giving me a glimpse of her drenched arousal.

A part of me wants to take her right here and now, but my subconscious is warning me of something...

Likely the fact that she's in the field group.

I gasp and jump back as I realize, startling her.

«Did- did I go too far..?» she murmurs, ready to beg for forgiveness yet again.

«No..! I just... remembered that we'll need a bit of protection!»

«Oh! So... if we went all the way, I would actually get..?»

«Apparently, yes.» I nod, rolling over to search for a box of stimulating condoms. «I haven't heard of it happening personally, but you never know.»

«That is... kind of exciting.» she admits, sending a shiver down my spine and forcing me to look back at her.

«N- not that I would want that: I have a career to safeguard! But the thought is interesting...»

«Someone found a kink..!» I tease her, slightly nervous, and surprisingly, she smirks.

«Well, having a pup is natural, isn't it? You were very positive about me following my instincts...» she retorts against my ear after moving closer to hug me from behind.

«Ah, surely you'd want to carry mine..!» I quip back, quivering as her fingers close around my shaft to stroke it again.

«Why not? If our spawn were to end up as cute as you, I certainly wouldn't be upset.» she continues her tease, before planting a sweet kiss on my forehead.

«Kazumi..!»

«I'm joking! I'm joking!» She giggles, caressing my hair. «Although...»

«Hrm!» I grumble, crossing my arms in self-defense.

«Aw..! Are you pouting?» she teases some more, before lowering herself to encircle my body with her own and plant a kiss on my tip, much to my surprise. «There. All better now?»

«Growing comfortable, aren't we?» I comment, still stunned.

«We've made out and pleasured each other; at this point, I think I can take a few liberties!» she chuckles, nuzzling against my hard shape.

«Technically I still have to make you peak...» I point out.

«Well, I want to experience my first male fully, before collapsing. Again, my kind usually only lasts for one mating session, so I must do this properly.»

«What if I edge you? Do you think you could warn me if I go too far?»

She rests her chin on my thigh, pondering the question.

«Well, if you act slowly... how many times can a human male go?»

«I have another couple in me.»

«Hm.» She acknowledges, pulling back to stand upright. «Well, to be precise, by "lasting one session", I meant that I will be powerless for a few minutes, afterwards.»

I furrow my brows. «As in..?»

«I won't be able to move. At all.» she hesitates while her hand moves to cover her chest, showing the vulnerability she feels.

«Oh. That... sounds dangerous, in the wild and underwater in particular.»

She nods, visibly worried despite the faint smile she tries to muster.

«If a male gets to that point, though... it usually means they're a good fit, and will protect and cherish their mate.»

«Still...» I murmur, unsure, before she delicately grasps one of my hands.

«I trust you, Samuel.» she whispers, before caressing my hair. «I know I must look imposing to you, and even after what you went through with that latias, you still chose to take the risk in order to help me. That means a lot..!»

I melt into her touch, and she chuckles gently as she hugs me, her breasts still acting like pillows.

«But I might still try to eat you up while you're this cute and vulnerable..!»

I chuckle back, even if I feel a pleasant shiver down my spine as I catch a glimpse of the two pairs of large fangs in her perfect smile.

«Best get to it, then. Or I might precede you...»

After resting my body down on the mattress, she lowers her snout near my lower abdomen, planting a line of soft kisses and caresses as she journeys towards my rod, until she finally opens her mouth wide in all its predatory glory.

I flinch lightly as I feel her teeth delicately nip the sensitive skin of my manhood, and judging by how her eyes widen, she clearly didn't mean it.

Swallowing hard, she pulls back, revealing a small cut on the skin.

«Sorry..! I've never done this..!» She murmurs, returning to her usual self.

«I know, I know..! Just... take it easy, okay?» I whimper, growing concerned. «How about starting with your breasts?»

«My breasts? O- okay...» she nods, unsure.

As my penis disappears between her massive globes, enveloped by their smooth warmth, I look down her body until I spot her mound again, partially covered by a natural frill that wraps around her waist.

Gently, I try moving the latter, which shivers and "flinches" away, revealing the pink, flushed slit at the top of her scaled mound.

«Hey..!» she lets out in surprise, gasping, before collecting herself. «I... I guess it's fair. You talked about "edging", right?»

«Yeah. I've never done it before, though. You'll have to tell me when to slow down. If you still want me to do this, of course.»

«I do.» she quickly replies, not giving herself time to hesitate. «I want you to do it. I'll guide you, if needed.»

With a nod of acknowledgement, I bring my hands to her slit, considerably larger than any I've ever seen, and I carefully spread it open with my thumbs, finding it incredibly close to a human's, shape-wise.

Kazumi shivers lightly, her breath hitching as she keeps timidly massaging my length between her tits, her fingers teasing her own nipples.

A particularly salty, slightly musky scent wafts from her femininity, glistening droplets of nectar coating its silky inner flesh like the most delicious of rivers.

Reverently, I drag my tongue along its length, stopping a second to circle around her opening, before moving to her engorged clitoris, freeing a musical cry she was holding inside her heart.

Unable to contain herself, she spreads her breasts to try again with her mouth, likely unsatisfied, but this time she manages to wrap her lips properly around her teeth as she welcomes my penis.

Pleased by the new wet warmth, I fully focus on her, moving my tongue down to lap her salty fluids straight from the source, using my fingers to deftly massage her button and entrance, before delicately exploring deeper into the latter.

A few hesitant tunes vibrate around my rod as she starts a new melody, their tone spiking up repeatedly, matching the way her tail curls and relaxes again while I work on her, allowing me to know when to slow down.

Her tongue laps and swirls around my member, soothing the burning sensation left by the cut from earlier, but eventually stops to focus around my glans, possibly guided by the pleasure-induced twitching of my legs.

Her labia follow the movement of her walls as the latter hug my invading digits, marking them with her arousal.

«Kazumi, you're a marvel of nature. So perfect..! So beautiful..!» I mindlessly murmur, making out with the heart of her femininity while her song continues, growing more confident and heartfelt to entice her partner to claim her.

«I'm close..!» I then warn her as her lips and tongue work together to push me over the edge, her throat struggling to swallow all the overflowing mixture of my pre-cum and her saliva.

And finally, my balls draw tight, and another third of their content shoots out of my tip and into her mouth, which audibly sucks it in while her hands gently pull me closer by the glutes.

Despite the urge to stop and collapse in her embrace, I force myself to continue returning the pleasure, since I can tell that she's not far off either, given the dance of muscles accompanying her loving tune.

With one last crescendo, she lets out a note worthy of a soprano before coming undone, her juices spewing into my mouth as I suckle on her clitoris.

To my surprise, her head falls over onto the mattress, my spent cock slipping out of her lips as her body goes completely limp, aside from her engorged, pulsing entrance and her heaving chest, likely following what she warned me about earlier.

And by the same reason, she's now at my complete mercy.

Reverently, I caress her toned belly, feeling her skin shiver by reflex under my touch.

Her eyelids are fluttering slowly, her blue gaze immobile and drowsy, unable to properly focus on me.

I pick up one of her hands to give it a timid squeeze of reassurance, understanding just how fragile she must feel right now.

«Don't worry, girl..! I'll be as gentle as I can...»

While I wait for my erection to return properly, I start worshipping her sizeable, perfect form with kisses and caresses, trailing up her abdomen and onto her voluptuous breasts to delicately suckle on her nipples, feeling her quiver and watching her opening clench around nothing, hungry and ready for me.

Knowing she must be expecting something large, I pause my ministrations to wear a stimulating condom, before strenuously rolling her body onto its back, being careful to keep her head on its side to prevent her from choking on her own tongue.

«Okay...» I conclude, climbing on top of her while I line myself up, my legs surrounding her pelvis on both sides for balance. «Here I come!»

I'm not sure if she has any way to brace herself, but I still go ahead and slide past her labia, trying to remain against the ceiling of her walls to seek the g-spot, but her contractions keep pushing me around between a squeeze and the other.

I ultimately use my thumb to massage her clit, getting more of her muscles to involuntarily spasm as soft, musical moans leave her throat.

My lips return to her nipples, in love with the salty taste of her flesh and with the motherly warmth beneath me.

The sensation of her ravenous walls and the sound of her harmonious moans are making it hard to keep my promise of gentleness, but that might be what she's after.

Tentatively, I accelerate as much as my remaining stamina allows, and I almost lose the condom when she clamps down on my length, but my fingers barely manage to abandon her clit to prevent a medical embarrassment further down the line.

«Fuck me..!» I breathe out as her moans grow needier at my pause, reorganizing my digits to hold the rubber and tease her button simultaneously. «You're definitely the best workout I've ever had..!»

With that, I do my best to ramp up my thrusts, considering nipping on her teats, before worrying it might actually be too painful for her, so I just revert to using my tongue and lips to suckle and tug at the stiff buds crowning her areolas.

Unexpectedly, her head twitches slightly, followed by her fingers.

Is she recovering? I guess it has been a few minutes already...

Eventually, she manages to rest her hand back on my scalp to delicately caress it, as if I were a hungry child she was feeding.

«Samuel... You're making me fall for you..!» she murmurs, making my heart race as she brings her other hand on my back, and I feel her tail wrap around one of my legs. «Having a cub from you would be a delight...»

«We- Can't..!» I whisper back, before getting caught off guard by my own final climax, safely contained by the contraceptive.

A sad little melody charged with longing escapes her lips as her womb is left to starve, but she doesn't stop holding me.

Unwilling to leave her behind, I pull out and reinsert my fingers, fighting against fatigue to bring her to her own peak.

Despite the hint of sadness and fluster in her eyes, she brings her head closer, her lips parted and ready to meet mine for a kiss.

As I try my hardest to make it up to her with an embrace of tongues and lips, her much larger hand cups mine while I pleasure her, until her body goes stiff again as her muscles contract all at once, prompting me to leave everything to catch her falling head.

Surprisingly, though, she tiredly brings it back up with a loving smile.

«Thank you..! I think I can move, this time..!»

«Oh. That's good..!» I let go, relieved. «So... how was being with a male? Even if the male was tiny?»

She giggles, before pulling me flush against her chest, in the comforting cradle of her breasts.

«The male was perfect.» she retorts, caressing my head some more, before planting a quick kiss on my lips. «Cuddle-sized is the best size..!»

«On that we can agree...» I mutter, letting her pepper my face with more kisses.

«Although... I'm sorry for insisting with the pup thing.» she adds, blushing as she averts her gaze. «Thinking about it now, it’s kind of embarrassing..!»

«I took it as a compliment!» I reassure her. «It just means your instincts work perfectly. Plus, you didn't force me into it, so I think you handled it pretty well.»

«I won't deny that I felt disappointed as the contraceptive worked, but now I'm relieved it did!» she chuckles.

I nod in agreement as I take off the condom, properly discarding it into the trashcan, before she gently traces the length of my spent penis, getting a shiver out of me.

«You know, when I accidentally bit you... I think I tasted your blood.»

A chill runs through me while Angela’s warning echoes in my head.

«I don't know why, but... it felt good. Not that I would actually eat you, of course!» she's quick to point out as she notices my nervousness. «Whew..! I'm glad I didn't ask you to let me bite you again.»

«Kazumi, you should be careful with that.» I repeat the avian's words. «For a predator species like yours, blood can be addicting, and from what I heard, it could push you to do things you'd regret!»

Her eyes widen in surprise. «Really? So I could’ve... actually devoured you??»

«Well, that's a bit extreme!» I quickly play it off, even if I'm unsure of that myself. «Maybe you would have just gotten another kink out of it!»

Her embrace grows tighter as she curls her body around mine.

«I'm sorry if I scared you. I didn't know that was a risk.»

«Well, to be honest, I didn't consider it myself.» I admit, running my hands down her back as I return the affection. «But what matters is that all went well..!»

«Hm...» she agrees, more focused on keeping me in her coil.

«Say...» she then adds after a few minutes, her voice soft and timid. «I understand you're not interested in pups, but... would you be willing to explore this further? Outside this place, I mean?»

A silent gasp escapes me as I process the sudden question.

I look up at her, finding a gentle smile and eyes filled with tentative hope.

I lower my gaze, my heart heavy.

«Kazumi...» I murmur, unsure of what to say. «This is already something the world would frown upon. And your career..!»

«I understand that. But what about you? What is your heart telling you?»

A bitter chuckle escapes me.

«It's a scary thought. Not just for the public perception, but... for the commitment. I don't think I'm ready for something serious yet.»

I glance up, noticing the hint of disappointment in her eyes despite the permanence of her smile.

«I'm sorry-»

«Shhh... That's okay, don't be..!» she whispers, caressing my head. «I'm sad about the rejection, but I'm glad you didn't bury your feelings for my sake. That would have been way worse for both of us.»

«I will be here, though, if you need someone to hang out with!» I add, hoping it counts for something.. «Pretty much every friday night!»

She nods, continuing to cradle me.

«It might take me a while to find another window... but I'll keep that in mind.»

Eventually, we decide to get cleaned up, so after she deems herself dry enough to drag her lower body across the floor, we head into the bathroom, where she does her best to fit into the tub to properly clean off while I settle for the sink to wash the most critical sections, before helping her put her shells back on.

Then, once we have left the room and reached the stairs, I spot Lana talking with Mark and an unknown alakazam on the ground floor.

The soft hum of the stairlift forces them to turn for a second, before the two males go back to a document, while the lopunny raises a brow.

«Hi, Samuel.» she greets me, before studying the massive primarina with a side-long glance, her eyes slightly wider than usual.

«Hello. Came in late, today.» I comment as Mark signs a paper, before passing her the pen.

«Had to go fetch the lawyer, since insurance is trying to screw us over for the damage made by that latias, last week.»

I purse my lips. «Sounds like insurance, alright.»

«If this weren't due to them explicitly deeming me a liability for being a pokémon with domicile in Pacea, I'd probably say the same.» she retorts, contemptuously returning the pen to the alakazam.

«I'll go collect the lady's signature.» the latter replies, heading towards the reception to speak with Rosaline.

«Hm-mh.» Lana nods, fully focusing on Kazumi and me.

«New customer, I see. I'm Lana, a previous user of the human next to you.» she politely extends a hand towards her. «Was he well behaved?»

Kazumi smiles shyly, shaking her dainty paw between her large fingers. «Kazumi. He did; he was incredibly patient and lovely, actually!»

The smaller pokémon's eyes briefly drift to her cleavage, before moving back to me.

«Uh. He tends to get easily frustrated, but I can think of a... couple of reason for the sudden change.» she subtly teases me, responding with a smirk to my glare.

Before I can make a retort, though, the primarina's phone rings, and she takes it out of the small pouch in her hair, before gasping.

«Oh, no! I’ve been discovered..!» she whimpers. «I have to go back!»

Quickly, she cups my opposite cheek to bring me closer and place a kiss on the other, followed by a quick caress.

«I hope we'll meet again regardless, Samuel..!» she murmurs, before rushing towards the exit.

«Thank you for the service!!! It was wonderful!!! GOODBYE!!!» she leaves with, shaking our eardrums and every glass item, much to Mark's wide-eyed concern.

Despite that, though, my mind keeps replaying her question on loop, leaving me to wonder if I made the right choice, or if I just chickened out in the heat of the moment.

I'm abruptly woken up by a brown, three-fingered hand snapping its fingers as its owner jumps right in front of me.

«Mission control to Sammy.» Lana states with a half grin, as if she had already called me before. «You really are a mama's boy, uh? Were you picturing a bunch of popplios with her eyes and your belly?»

«You are the physical manifestation of wiping one's ass with sandpaper.» I grumble, making her laugh shamelessly.

«I don't dislike you either. Still, I know it's the weekend, but since I had to suffer through a lot of shit for both The Swingshot's and Techafix's ongoing troubles, I'd like to let my favorite employee share a bit of that by letting you know that Michael got sick, and Ferretti thought his work was shit.»

My eyes nearly roll back into my skull as I empty my lungs in a long exhale.

«Which means I'll have to fix it on monday?» I breathlessly guess.

She gently pats my belly.

«Good boy.»

I collapse onto a stool and bury my face in my hands.

That wasn't what I wanted to hear on a friday ni- saturday morning.

I guess at least it took my focus off Kazumi, at least for now.

The machamp quietly approaches me from the opposite side of his workspace, leaning forward slightly as he waits for me to ask for one of his remedies against life's problems.

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