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The evening air was cool against Emily's skin as she made her way across the daycare grounds, the distant sounds of the city a constant echo in the night. The pageant festivities would be going on for hours yet, which meant they had plenty of time, not unlimited time, but enough. The security lights along the path cast long shadows that stretched across the tidy lawns and empty play yards, the absence of the usual hustle and bustle of pokemon and their handlers making the whole place feel almost eerie in its stillness.

Emily sucked in a deep and calming breath, Piko padded along on all fours, his illusion shimmering around him in a perfect disguise. The Hisuian Zoroark had grumbled and complained at first since he was in the middle of watching T.V. Though after some coercing and possibly a little bit of bribing from Gardevoir he agreed to pose as Ty until their nefarious antics were done for the evening.

"You remember what we told you?" Emily murmured as they approached the main building. "Just sit there, look bored, and try to relax, I promise you that it’s only going to take a little while."

Piko gave her a withering look that somehow translated perfectly through the illusion, his borrowed Typhlosion features twisting into an expression that was pure Piko. A rough bark and a dismissive wave of his paw told her everything she needed to know about what he thought of her instructions.

"Yeah, yeah, I know. You're a professional trickster. Just don’t drop the illusion no matter what until we all get back into our room after it’s all said and done, Gotta do this right, or… well, I’m going to jail most likely and you’ll be going to mom for a while." She says, shaking her head slowly.

Another bark, this one sounding distinctly like laughter, bumping up against her with a confident look about himself, cocky but reassuring.

The security office was located just inside the main entrance, a small room cluttered with monitors and equipment that looked like it had been upgraded sometime in the last decade but not by much. A middle-aged man named Marcus sat in the swivel chair behind the desk, his feet propped up on the counter as he watched an action movie playing on one of the larger screens. The volume was turned up loud enough that Emily could hear the staccato burst of gunfire and the dramatic swell of orchestral music from outside the door.

She knocked twice, then pushed the door open without waiting for an invitation. "Hey, Marcus!" she shouts rather abruptly.

The security guard startled, nearly falling back and out of his chair, making him flail and sit upright with a clatter of wheels and a startled yelp. His eyes widened briefly in panic, only to flicker with frustration and then amusement, holding a hand over his chest as he shook his head. "Damn it Emily! Give a guy a heart attack why dontcha… Didn't expect to see you back here tonight. I thought you'd be at that pageant thing with everyone else." he says as he pauses his show.

"I mean I was there for a little bit buut… wasn't really my scene," she said, leaning against the doorframe casually. "Too many cameras, too many people asking questions I don't want to answer."

Marcus chuckled, the sound deep and resonant in the small room. "Yeah, no I get that. Always was a gal who valued your privacy. Hope you at least had some fun while you were there.”

Emily winced internally but kept her expression neutral. "Yeah we had a bit of fun, got some food and stuff, honestly it was just people showing off their pokemon as usual, nothing too special in my opinion, then again traveling all over the place can make you lose the wow factor with some things."

"Can't argue with that." Marcus's gaze shifted to the disguised Piko, who had settled himself on the floor beside Emily with an air of studied disinterest. "Bringing Ty in late, huh? Thought you'd have left him in your room."

"Iris has her showings tomorrow," Emily says with a sigh of frustration, falling into the cover story they'd rehearsed like it was the most natural thing in the world. "Mr. Lanchester mentioned to me earlier at the pageant that she needed some last-minute touch-ups. You know, grooming, a quick once-over, make sure that ‘every hair is perfect’” She mocked her frustrations with a shake of her head. “Since I've got experience with Typhlosions the guy thinks I’m best suited for it since I was heading back here anyways, he asked if I'd handle it personally… the prick."

Marcus nodded slowly, his eyes drifting back to the monitors for a moment before returning to her. "Yeah, that tracks. He's been real particular about that one, barely lets anyone near her besides. You're probably the best person for the job though, considering..." He gestured vaguely at Piko. "You've had one of these guys your whole life."

"Pretty much," Emily agreed, reaching down to give Piko a scratch behind the ear that he pressed up into with a soft grumble. "Ty here's been with me since he was a Cyndaquil. I know the breed inside and out. Kinda have too in this line of profession."

"Good, good." Marcus was already turning back to his movie, clearly satisfied with the explanation. "You'll need the key to the VIP enclosure then. It's the one with the blue tag on it, should be hanging on the board by the door." He motions to the line of keys hanging on a wooden placard by the door with various names and buildings scribbled underneath them. He paused, his brow furrowing slightly as he looked back at her. "You know the rules though, right? No other Typhlosions around Iris. Mr. Lanchester's real strict about that."

Emily kept her expression carefully neutral, fighting down the heat that threatened to rise to her cheeks. "Yeah, yeah I know. That’s why I brought Ty here, I was gonna see if you didn’t mind him hanging out in here just in case things don’t pan out well tomorrow and the prick tries to say that I sabotaged it for him. I’d like to have a witness on camera and in person."

"Ahh I don’t mind it at all, but I don’t think he’d go out of his way to be that petty, I mean yeah don’t get me wrong the guy’s got bad vibes but I mean come on." Marcus reached over to the key board and unhooked the one with the blue tag, tossing it to Emily with a practiced flick of his wrist. "Try to make it quick though if you can, would you? It's getting late, and I'll be heading out in about an hour or so."

"Yeah I know, I don’t trust those richy, rich types to not get pissed cause somethin doesn’t go their way and look for someone to blame… then again he doesn’t seem like too bad of a guy, I don’t know, just for peace of mind if anything." Emily said, pocketing the key. "Shouldn't take more than thirty to forty five minutes or so. Just some basic grooming and touch ups, it’s the brushing that takes the longest, especially with these guys, fur everywhere." she says, patting Piko’s head.

Marcus waved a dismissive hand, already turning his attention back to the screen. "Ahh it’s alright, take your time. Just make sure to lock her back up in her enclosure when you're done and bring the key back."

"Will do. Thanks, Marcus."

She gave Piko one last look, receiving a lazy flick of an illusory ear in response, before turning and heading back out into the night. The door clicked shut behind her, and she let out a breath she hadn't realized she'd been holding.

"Ok… holy shit… One down," she muttered under her breath, quickening her pace toward the VIP enclosures at the back of the main building. "Now for the hard part."

The VIP enclosure was a far cry from the simple pens and runs that housed the daycare's regular guests. It was a standalone building, climate-controlled and soundproofed, with its own private yard and a host of amenities that probably cost more than Emily's entire house. The blue-tagged key fit smoothly into the lock, and the door swung open on well-oiled hinges to reveal a spacious interior lit by soft, warm lighting.

Iris was waiting for her.

The Hisuian Typhlosion had clearly been anticipating this moment. She was pacing near the entrance, her movements quick and eager, the ghostly flames along her neck flickering with a red-purple luminescence that cast dancing shadows across the walls. The moment Emily stepped inside, Iris was right there, pressing her sleek head against Emily's chest with a happy trill that seemed far too loud in the quiet room.

"Woe Hey, hey, easy girl," Emily chuckled, reaching up to scratch behind Iris's ears, getting a very happy trill from her. "I take it Gardevoir already filled you in?"

Iris pulled back just enough to give her a look that was filled with excitement and impatience, nodding her head urgently making Emily snort.

"Yeah, I thought so. Are you ready to get out of here for a bit?"

Another enthusiastic nod, this one accompanied by a soft bark and wiggle of her hips with barely contained enthusiasm.

"Good. But we gotta be cool about this, okay? Walk casual, don't draw attention to yourself. We're just going for a little grooming session, nothing special so play it cool and we’ll get you taken care of alright?" She spoke quietly as the pet over the female's head.

Iris huffed through her nose, clearly finding the discretion unnecessary but willing to play along all things considered. She fell into step beside Emily as they made their way back out into the night, her movements surprisingly quiet for a creature of her size.

Gardevoir was waiting for them just around the corner, her slender form barely visible in the shadows cast by the building. She fell into step on Emily's other side as they made their way across the grounds toward the shower house, her expression one of calm composure despite the rather illicit nature of their mission.

"There you are, find anything while looking over the grounds? No trespassers or anything?" Emily asks in a conversational tone that was just loud enough to carry to any potential listeners.

Gardevoir shook her head, her mental voice carrying that same practiced casualness inside Emily’s head. No one here on the property besides the security guard, everything is all set

“Alright good, I’m taking this one to get finished up before tomorrow’s competition, you don’t mind playing my personal security guard for a little bit do you? Don’t want anyone walking into the shower house while I’m getting Iris here taken care of.” She says as they walked along the gravel path back towards the back of the property.

Really gonna ham it up this much aren’t you? Gardevoir nodded her head with a happy smile and a giggle into her hand.

They reached the shower house without incident, the familiar building looking somehow different in the moonlight than it had in the harsh fluorescent glare of the work lights. Emily fished the key out of her pocket and unlocked the door, ushering Iris inside before turning back to face Gardevoir.

"Okay," she said. "Gardevoir, I need you to watch the door and make sure no one tries to sneak in or anything. If anyone does come by that doesn’t work here like a robber or something, just... put them to sleep or knock them out. But please… don't vaporize their brain, okay? We're not trying to hurt anyone, just... discourage them from messing with Mr Lanchesters pokemon alright?"

Gardevoir nodded solemnly, though there was a glint of mischief in her eyes that made Emily's stomach flip. Go on and go get that sweet lady knocked up, I’ll make sure you have plenty of privacy so you don’t have to worry about a thing.

“Thank you Gardevoir, I promise this won’t take long at all.” Emily smiles, giving the psychic type a hug and a pat on the shoulder, then nodded and stepped inside, pulling the door shut behind her.

The shower room was exactly as she remembered it from a few days prior, though the memories that flashed through her mind as she looked around made her face heat up. The same rows of pipes and nozzles lined the ceiling, the same drainage grates dotted the floor, the same bench ran along one wall. She turned in a slow circle, scanning every corner of the room for any sign of a camera. There were none that she could see, just the familiar fixtures and fittings of a pokemon bathing area. The only cameras were in the hallway outside, and Gardevoir would make sure nothing from that angle could be used against them.

"Okay," she breathed, letting out a slow sigh of relief. "We're clear. No cameras, no witnesses, just us and—oof!"

The breath was knocked out of her as Iris barreled into her, the Hisuian Typhlosion's strong arms wrapping around her in a hug that was equal parts affection and desperation. Emily found herself pressed back against the wall, Iris's face buried in the crook of her neck as soft whimpers and happy trills vibrated against her skin.

"Iris, hey, easy, easy-" Emily started, but the words dissolved into a surprised yelp as Iris's tongue found her neck, dragging a long, wet stripe up the side of her neck and to her ear. "Gaah! h-hey, that's—okay, that's a lot of affection right now!"

Iris didn't seem to hear her, or if she did, she didn't care. Her tongue was everywhere, lapping at Emily's neck, her jaw, her cheek, leaving trails of warm saliva that cooled quickly in the air of the shower room. Her paws held firmly over Emily’s shoulders, pulling her closer with a strength that reminded Emily uncomfortably of Daisy's enthusiasm.

"You're as bad as Ty with the face licking! S-Staaap!" Emily protested, squirming in Iris's grip as another long lick caught her across the mouth. "Seriously, give me a second here, I need to—mmph!"

Iris silenced her by pressing her muzzle directly against Emily's lips, not quite a kiss but something close to it, a warm, wet pressure that made Emily's brain stutter to a halt. Before she could process what was happening, Iris had shifted again, her strong paws pressing firmly against Emily's shoulders, her weight suddenly becoming a mass that couldn’t be held up.

Emily's back hit the floor with a soft thud, the cool tile shocking against her shoulder blades as Iris's weight settled over her. The Hisuian Typhlosion was surprisingly gentle despite her enthusiasm, her paws braced on either side of Emily's head as she loomed over her prone form. Those striking eyes, so similar to Ty's yet so different in their intensity, gazed down at her with a sultry excitement.

"Iris honey I-I know you’re excited but I need to get T-" Emily started, but the words caught in her throat as Iris leaned in, her tongue resuming its exploration of Emily's neck with renewed vigor. Each lick sent a shiver down Emily's spine, her body responding to the attention despite her attempts to maintain some semblance of composure. Soft nibbles followed the licks, gentle pressure from Iris's teeth that walked the line between pleasure and pain in a way that made Emily's toes curl inside her shoes.

"I-Iris, please~" Emily whimpered, her voice coming out breathier than she intended. "J-Just give me a second, I need to get Ty out of his ball!"

Opening her mouth Iras bit down on Emily's neck, her sharp teeth indenting the skin as she gave a blissful trill, nippling and teasing her as Emily squirmed beneath her weight.

Emily's hands came up instinctively, not to push Iris away but to grip her shoulders, her fingers tangling in the soft, plush fur as her back arched off the floor. A moan slipped past her lips before she could stop it, her body trembling under the dual assault of tongue and paws.

"T-Ty," she gasped, her voice cracking on the name. "I- need to… please I just… Ty!"

Her hand fumbled at her belt, fingers clumsy with desperation patting along the empty ball clips until she found the familiar shape of Ty's pokeball. She thumbed the release, the burst of red light filling the room with a flash that made Iris pause mid-nip.

Ty materialized in a crouch, shaking himself out immediately as he rubs his paws over his eyes with a stretch. His eyes immediately settled on Emily's prone form on the floor. For a moment, he simply stared, taking in the scene before him: his trainer, flat on her back, pinned beneath the beautiful Hisuian Typhlosion who was currently nibbling at her neck like it was the most delicious thing she'd ever tasted. His expression cycled through surprise, confusion, and finally something darker, something hungry.

"Ty!" Emily's voice was a desperate whine. "A-A little help here buddy… please?"

Ty's response was not what she expected.

Instead of helping her up, instead of pulling Iris away, Ty dropped to all fours and padded over to where Emily lay pinned. His eyes never left hers as he lowered his head, his warm breath washing over her face a moment before his tongue flopped out over her face making her sputter.

Ty's tongue was broader than Iris's, rougher in texture, and he used it with a deliberateness that spoke of years of knowing exactly how to make her squirm. He started at her chin, dragging upward across her lips, her nose, her forehead, before dipping back down to press a series of open-mouthed kisses against her mouth that were more about claiming than affection.

Meanwhile, Iris had taken full advantage of Emily's distraction. Shuffling down her form to nestle firmly into Emily’s lap, making her tense up with a very dark blush. “Gaah! G-Get your nose outa th-Mmmph!!” Ty’s mouth found hers with a gentle kiss specifically to silence her.

"You guys-" Emily panted, breaking away from Ty's kiss to gasp for air. "T-This isn't… I was supposed to be helping you, not… oh god~"

Iris breathed warmly through the fabric of Emily’s pants, paws gripping at her hips as she nuzzled in between her legs, gruffing a chuckle as the flames around her neck flickered, eyes narrowing on the button of her pants as she carefully used her digits to unfasten it, nipping onto the zipper with her teeth and tugged it downwards.

Ty, not to be outdone, hummed an amused chuckle as he licked at her cheek, pressing a heavy paw on her chest, gently groping over her breast drawing a surprised yelp from Emily as she looked up at him and then down at Iris who was shimmying her pants off leaving her bare ass to touch the cold tile of the shower room floor

"G-Guys I-I appreciate the i-inclusion, I-I really do b-but-" she whimpered. “I-I’m still really sensitive a-and w-we sorta are on a time limit here s-so if we can just… umm… f-focus on you two right now and w-we can deal with me afterwards yeah? Yeah I-I think that’s the best course of actio-Haaah!” Her back arched, her hand snagged hold of Ty’s shoulder as she felt a very hot tongue press firmly along her folds, from her opening up to her very sensitive clit as Iris huffed deeply over her sex.

Sucking if a sharp breath Emily clenched her legs around Iris’s head, blushing profusely down at her. “I-Iris get up here and get bred before you do that, time-limit woman, Time-limit!” she repeated near breathlessly, face so red she could feel her ears burning from the embarrassment.

Rolling her eyes Iris pulled back with a broad smirk, slowly stepping up and over Emily’s form, pausing when she was face to face with Emily as she gave a soft questioning trill.

“I-I promise… i-if we’ve got t-time afterwards we can play, b-but I-I’m taking a r-really big risk here s-so… if we could um… y-you know.” Emily stammers as she glances between her and Ty. “O-Only if we’ve got enough time.”

Leaning in Iris placed a soft little lick over Emily’s nose as if to agree, though pulling her head back she looked at Ty with a soft series of barks and sounds, ones that made Ty’s ears perk up, his face turn three shades of red as he glanced down at Emily and back up at her, pointing at Iris before he urgently nodded his head making Iris snicker.

“I… ok I need some context on what’s going on here, I’m feeling conspired against and I don’t like it.” Emily says looking between them with a squinted look. “Also… gonna pull these up for now this tile is cold on my ass.” she mutters, arching her hips off the floor as she quickly pulls her pants up. As she did Iris slowly stepped over her like she was going to leave, only to pause with her hind legs settled squarely over Emily’s head making her breath catch, looking up at the soft tan fur looming above her

The Hisuian Typhlosion's folds were swollen with arousal, a deep pink that stood out against the brighter fur surrounding them. They glistened with moisture, the scent of her excitement filling Emily's nostrils with something musky and sweet. It was... actually kind of pretty, Emily thought distantly, in a weird, this-is-my-life-now sort of way.

"Uhhh… Iris, what are you- Y-You had better not sit on my face!" Emily spoke up urgently.

Iris gruffed something that made Ty’s ears perk up, she swayed her hips side to side with a soft and pleasant trill, looking back at him over her shoulder. Ty didn’t seem to need any other invitation, leaning down over Emily’s face he gave her another soft little kiss on the lips before his muzzle lifted, nuzzling softly into the other typhlosions folds.

“O-Oh… y-ou’re just gonna… I… umm… o-ok then” Emily swallowed hard, transfixed, as Ty worked. His tongue was methodical, thorough, each stroke deliberate and measured. He started at the bottom, dragging upward in a slow, sensual glide that made Iris's legs tremble. It was nothing like the frantic, desperate licking from earlier; this was like watching a master at work, someone who knew exactly what he was doing and was taking his time about it.

And Emily had a front-row seat.

She lay there on the cold tile floor, watching as her partner, her best friend, her companion for nearly two decades, performed oral sex on another Pokemon directly above her face. She could see everything: the way Ty's tongue curled and pressed, the way Iris's folds parted for him, the way her juices dripped down, some of them landing on Emily's cheek and neck in warm, sticky strings.

"H-Holy f-fuck buddy… I-I didn’t know you had t-tongue game like that." Emily muttered to herself. “I… uhhh… just gonna give me a show are ya? I-I um…” clearing her throat Emily shuffled a hand into her pants, working her phone out with as much of a subtle grace as her shaky hands could muster. She checked the time before she opened the camera, snapping a few pictures while Ty worked.

Ty pulled back for a moment, his tongue swiping across his muzzle as he regarded Iris with dark, hungry eyes. Looking down over Emily he perked a brow seeing her with her phone in her hand, tilting his head a little.

“W-What? I just… memories you know, can’t tell me you don’t wana see this stuff again in the future.” she says as she looks up at him. “Now go on, just let me know when and I’ll move for you guys t-” Ty’s paw came gound in a firm pin against her chest making Emily nearly drop her phone.

Ty gruffed something back to Iris making her grumble and sway her hips encouragingly. Emily swallowed hard looking between them. “G-Guys? Umm… Can I uhhh… move now I-”

Ty shuffled overtop of Emily, pacing, carefully stepping over her, only to turn, reaching his paws up to brace against Iris’s hips, sliding himself over her back in a full mount, settling his back legs under Emily’s arms, he shifted his weight, moving forward until his sheath was pressed directly against Iris's rear, the tapered tip of his emerging cock nudging against her folds.

Emily had seen Ty's sheath before, of course. You didn't live with a male Pokemon for seventeen years without occasionally catching a glimpse when they shifted wrong or got overly excited about something. But she'd never seen him like this, never seen him this obscenely close.

It was longer than she'd expected, a good seven and a half inches of tapered flesh that started thin at the tip and gradually thickened toward the base. The surface was smooth, almost velvety, with visible veins running along the underside that pulsed with his heartbeat.

“Umm… g-guy’s.. I-I am still down here” she managed to croak out, getting only a soft chuckle from Iris. “O-Ok… starting to see what you’ve been talking about… fucking perverts…” she says, glancing to her phone about to take another picture only to pause and switch over to video.

Ty shuffled his hips, bucked and ground blindly as he tried to find the right spot. His cock slid along Iris's folds and into the soft fur of her inner thighs, leaving a trail of pre-cum that mixed with her own juices, but couldn't seem to find the entrance. He humped again, and again, each thrust making a soft, wet sound that for some reason this close sounded strikingly loud.

Emily bit her lip, watching the futile display with a mixture of arousal and amusement. "Oh, for the love of-" she muttered

"If I'm gonna be put in this position by some perverted badgers," she said, her voice low and breathless, "I'm gonna record it."

She held the phone steady with one hand, the other reaching up to wrap around Ty's cock. He tensed at her touch, a low grumble rumbling in his chest as she gave him a few slow, sensual strokes for the camera. His flesh was hot in her hand, almost feverishly so, and she could feel him twitching with every movement of her fingers.

"Fuck buddy…" she murmured, her voice taking on a husky quality that she barely recognized as her own. Stroking over him gently she smirks, stroking down all the way, slowly helping to push his sheath down and grip firmly around his base

Ty made a sound that was half-growl, half-whine, his hips jerking forward into her grip.

“O-Ok easy, I-I got you… might as well help… umm… hope you're ready girl.” Emily muttered, though she wasn’t sure if she was talking to Iris or herself. She guided him forward, using her grip on his cock to rub the pointed tip along Iris's folds. The Hisuian Typhlosion shuddered above her, her claws licking against the tile floor and her back legs widened slightly as Emily spread her open, teasing them both with the contact. She positioned Ty's tip at Iris's entrance, the pointed shape of it catching on the rim before sliding inside with a wet, obscenely satisfying sound. She could feel Iris's blistering heat, could see the way her inner walls clenched around his tip as it was teased along her opening, desperate to be filled. She felt Ty’s cock throb and flex in her grip, eager to be sheathed in the velvety vice squeezing at his tip.

"Easy now… don’t forget I’m down here, I’m gonna be cross if one of you guys step on my face.” she chuckles, her heart pounding so hard that she could barely grip the phone tight enough to hold it steady without it trembling. “Alright… there we… go.” she mutters, releasing Ty’s cock, watching the tip fully sink inside.

Ty's eyes rolled back in his head, a deep, rumbling groan escaping his chest as he felt Iris's tight heat envelop him.

"Good boy," Emily whispered, her phone still recording as she watched Ty sink deeper and deeper inside. "That's it, just like that. Slow and easy."

He pulled back slowly, drawing her moisture out with him only to sink inside of her deeper and deeper, Iris's inner walls clinging to him like they didn't want to let him go. The two heavy pokemon trembled and shivered overtop of Emily as she watched every inch of Ty slowly work its way into Iris’s depths. His hips met her with a soft shuffle, their fur compressing together.

They remained there, still and breathing softly, basking in the sensation of the other before Ty slowly pulled out roughly half way, drawing back strings of moisture clinging to his sheath before he slotted himself back inside of her again.

And again.

And again.

Ty started slow, each thrust measured and deliberate as he found his rhythm, pausing to let Iris shuffle to find that perfect spot before she settled her chest down on the floor of the shower above Emily’s head. A soft exchange of blissful sounds between them was all it took for Ty to draw himself out half way before his hips snapped forward in a firm thrust that made Emily and Iris both gasp. A soft growl slipped from Ty as he locked his legs around her hips and inner thighs, claws gently digging into her fur as he began to thrust into her quickly. Wet, rhythmic slapping of fur against fur accompanied by the squelch of Ty's cock sliding through Iris's slick passage filled the room.

Iris was in heaven from the sounds of it, her trills broke the silence of the room, quiet and measured. It sounded like singing, that was the only word Emily could think of to describe it. Her voice rose and fell in a series of sweet, melodic moans and gasps that seemed to harmonize with Ty's deeper, growling croons. It was beautiful, in a strange, primal sort of way, the kind of sound that spoke of a pleasure and a dance as old as time.

Emily lay beneath them, her face barely even a foot away from where they were joined, watching in awe as Ty's cock disappeared inside Iris over and over again. She could see everything: the way his length glistened with Iris's juices, the way her folds stretched and squeezed around him, the way his cock bounced and flexed inside of her every so often.

Her phone hand trembled slightly as she tried to hold it steady, capturing every thrust, every gasp, every moment of their union. Her other hand, though... her other hand slowly found its way up to Ty's balls, cradling the bouncy sack in her hand.

They were heavy in her palm, full and tight, and she cradled them gently as he worked. She could feel them pulling up with each thrust, drawing closer to his body as his pleasure built, churning in preparation. The fur was soft against her fingers, the skin beneath warm and smooth, and she massaged them in slow, circular motions that made Ty's rhythm falter briefly before he picked it back up with renewed vigor.

"That's it," she murmured, her voice barely above a whisper. "That's it, Ty. Give it to her. Give her everything you've got… fucking hell what am I doing?" she muttered quietly to herself as she looked at the video that was recording, letting his balls go so she could brace the phone with both hands.

Ty's thrusts were coming faster now, harder, his hips pistoning with a desperation that spoke of his building pleasure. His freed sack slapped against Iris's folds with every thrust. The sound of their coupling had grown louder, wetter, more obscene, and Emily could see the white froth of their mixed juices forming around Iris's entrance as she whimpered out in ecstasy.

Iris's moans had reached a fever pitch, her body trembling as she pushed back against Ty with every thrust. Her claws scraped against the tile, leaving shallow gouges in the grout. Her cheek at this point was firmly pushed into the floor, eyes rolled back and breathing labored, her back legs trembling as her body swayed and rocked under the force of Ty’s thrusts.

Emily watched, transfixed, as Ty's thrusts became erratic. His balls pulled up tight, his body tensing as he approached the point of no return. She could feel it coming, could sense it in the way his muscles coiled beneath his fur, in the way his breath came in short, sharp pants.

And then, with a snarl and a deep, growling moan that seemed to come from somewhere deep in his chest, Ty slammed into Iris one final time. His cock flexed and bounced inside her, the vein along the underside pulsing visibly as he came. Emily could see it happening, could watch the way his length twitched and throbbed as he pumped rope after rope of his seed deep into Iris's waiting womb.

It seemed to go on forever. Ty's cock pulsed and flexed, each throb accompanied by another gush of cum that filled Iris to overflowing. The excess leaked out around his cock, dripping down in thick, white strings that landed on Emily's face and neck. She turned her head to the side with a bashful whimper, letting the warm combination of fluids trail across her cheek, wincing from the pure heat of the combined fluids.

For a long moment, none of them moved. Ty stood there, panting hard, his cock still buried inside Iris as the last aftershocks of his orgasm rippled through him. Iris was trembling beneath him, her own body still recovering from what must have been an intense climax. And Emily lay on the floor, her face streaked with their combined fluids, her phone still recording as she caught her breath from the spectacle.

Then, slowly, Iris began to move.

She shifted forward, her body sliding off of Ty's cock with a wet, sucking sound that made Emily's cheeks flush. His length emerged from her inch by inch, glistening with their mixed juices, until finally the tapered tip popped free and flopped directly onto Emily's phone screen, leaving a smear of white across the camera lens as a long roll of seed drooled from Iris’s stretched folds as she shuffled to the side, settling on her hip as to not squish the trainer under her, giving a deep and blissful sigh.

Emily sputtered a laugh, her voice high and slightly hysterical. "O-Oh my god, Ty, really? Right on the phone?"

Ty looked down at her with a look of blissful exhaustion, his tongue lolling out of the side of his mouth as he panted. His cock hung between his legs, still half-hard, covered in a fine mixture of essence and dripping with the evidence of their coupling.

Still chuckling Emily wiped her phone on her shirt, letting out a breath she hadn’t realised she was holding. “I can’t believe that just happened… geeze.” Reaching her hand up she gripped Ty’s cock softly, feeling the faint twitches pulsing through it as she stroked over him slowly. “You ok up there Iris?” She asks, looking up enough to see the inverted display of the other female already splayed out and folded, tongue lazily working on cleaning up the mess that had been made along her lap.

Ty gave a soft croon from the gentle strokes, obviously still sensitive having just gotten off, Emily could tell, his body jerked with every few motions of her hand. She stroked him from base to tip and back again, spreading the mixture of his cum and Iris's juices along his length until he was slick and glistening.

"You did so good," she murmured, her voice soft and warm. "Such a good boy. You too Iris, you did a great job, the both of you."

Ty made a sound that was half-whine, half-growl, his hips jerking forward into her grip.

“Aww what’s wrong buddy? Too much for ya? Well that will teach you to flop your cock on my phone like that, in fact-” Emboldened, Emily leaned upright, pulling his cock down enough to close her lips around his tip.

The taste hit her immediately, a combination of salt and musk and something sweeter underneath. Ty groaned, a deep, rumbling sound that vibrated through his entire body. His cock twitched in her mouth, pulsing weakly from the overstimulation as she carefully swirled her tongue around his pointed tip.

When she finally pulled back, Ty's cock was softening in her hand, his body slumping with exhaustion. She released him gently after placing one final kiss against his tip, letting his length fall away as she wiped her mouth with the back of her hand.

"There we go," she said, her voice shaky and uneaven. "That's... that's probably enough for one night."

Ty collapsed beside her on the tile floor, his chest heaving as he struggled to catch his breath, laying there with a goofy and blissful look. Pressing herself up Emily looked down to her phone, getting one last pan over Iris who was already up and moving, shaking herself out, giving a soft trill as she looked at Emily and licked her lips.

Stopping the recording she looked over the video she had recorded, probably not the most intelligent thing to keep but all things considered she didn’t mind taking the chance. “You good there Ty?” she asks, reaching out to pat her Typhlosion’s side, getting a soft little croon from him in response.

She began to move only for a wall of fluff to flop against her, pinning her up against Ty as Iris flopped against her. “O-Oh god… Iris honey… you’re heavy.” she chuckles laying there between them, staring up at the ceiling as her heart rate slowly returns to normal, or rather as normal as it could all things considered

Getting herself settled between the two she stared up at the ceiling for several minutes, contemplating exactly what to do next. “We should probably get you back to your enclosure… we’ve got… 35 minutes before Marcus wanted us to have you back so he can head out for the night.” She says as she sat upright, rubbing her cheek and neck with the back of her hand. “Guuh, probably not the best thing to do laying under you guys while you were hot and heavy.”

Ty gruffed, shuffling around to curl up against Emily’s back, pulling her back to lounge against his stomach. “Bakooo~” he trills happily.

“Well, I guess if anything I’ve got the video of a lifetime, not sure many people can say they caught something like that on camera… unless they did… I really don’t want to think about some of the videos that are out there.” She mutters as she looks back over her phone. “Well, are you ready to get cleaned up and out of here Iris?” she asks, looking up from her phone as she was met with silence.

Iris was still in the process of cleaning the mess leaking out of her folds, pausing to look up at Emily as she licked her lips with a pleased trill, rolling herself onto all fours and she gruffed a few sounds. Ty’s paws gripped around Emily’s shoulder, holding her firmly in place as Iris shuffled overtop of Emily, gripping her hips and promptly pulled her pants down to her shins.

Emily let out a yelp of surprise, nearly dropping her phone as she tried to tug herself free. “H-Hey now h-hold up a second, I-I distinctly remember telling you two we would see how we were doing on time, I-I never s-said that we’d-” As she spoke Ty’s paws gripped her firmly, holding her against him as he trills. “T-Ty! O-Oh no, D-Don’t Betray me!”

Iris gripped Emily by her legs, pushing them up and over her head, folding her until the trainer grunted, leaving her to lick her lips, gazing down over her. “I-Iris W-Wait, I-I’m still r-really sensitive… Gaah… D-Don’t… I’m not an accordion to fold, damn it!” Emily struggled trying to wiggle free, watching Iris lick her lips, looking down over her exposure as if it were a prize to claim. “T-Ty buddy… I-I’ll die!”

Ty only hummed a sound of amusement, leaning in enough to carefully nip onto the side of his trainer's neck, holding onto her firmly as he purred.

“Haaah! T-Ty… T-Traitor~” she whines, trying to struggle, watching helplessly as Iris got herself situated. “O-Ok! Ok, ok l-look, I-I’m still really sensitive alright? S-So I-I’m gonna h-have to ask you to b-be nice and gentle with me alright? I-I mean it I-I’m stillreallytender!!” Her voice escaped her in an embarrassingly high squeak as her broad tongue pressed flat against Emily's folds and dragged upward in one long, firm stroke that covered everything from perineum to clit in a single, devastating motion.

Emily yelped.

The sound tore from her lips before she could stop it, loud enough to echo off the tile walls of the shower room. Ty’s maw moved up from around her to cup around her mouth, muffling the cry until it was little more than a muffled whimper that barely escaped past his pads.

Iris didn't pause, didn't give her a moment to recover. Her tongue was already moving again, pressing and swirling and probing with a determination that bordered on merciless. She licked broad stripes up Emily's folds, gathering the slick arousal that had accumulated there and spread it around with abandon. She curled her tongue and pressed it firmly against Emily's entrance, not quite pushing inside but applying enough pressure to make Emily shake and tremble. She flicked the tip of her tongue over Emily's clit in quick, rapid strokes that had her writhing against Ty's chest and stomach as he braced her.

And through all of it, her paws held Emily's hips in a firm grip, keeping her held in place no matter how much the trainer tried to squirm.

Emily's hands flew to Iris's head, her fingers gripping and digging in the soft fur between the Hisuian Typhlosion's ears. She wasn't sure if she was trying to push her away or pull her closer; her body couldn't seem to decide what it wanted, swaying between trying to escape the overwhelming sensation and arching into them with desperate need.

Ty's paw held gently against her mouth, pulling her more against his chest as he trilled. She could feel the warmth of his fur covering her back, his heartbeat a steady drum, steady and calm in contrast to her own racing pulse. His breath was warm on her neck, teeth still grazing lightly over her skin in a way that sent little sparks of pleasure shooting down her spine. He wasn't doing anything more than holding her, but somehow that made it all the more intense, the knowledge that she was completely at their mercy, that they could do whatever they wanted with her and she couldn't do anything to stop it, in some odd way that only seemed to make it better.

Not that she wanted to stop it. God no, she really, really didn't want to stop it.

Iris's tongue at her entrance drew her back from the hazy panic and pleasure flooding through her, though this time she didn't just press along it’s outside. She pushed inside.

Emily's back arched off Ty's chest, a muffled cry escaping past his paw as she felt that hot, slick muscle slide into her in a glorious firm push. It was thicker than she'd expected, broader than Ty's had been, and the heat was almost overwhelming. Iris didn't give her time to adjust, didn't ease into it slowly; she simply pushed in as far as she could go and then started moving, thrusting her tongue in and out with a rhythm that made stars burst in Emily’s eyes and the edges of her vision blur.

Iris's tongue curled upward inside her, pressing against that beautifully sweet spot along her front wall that made her entire body clench and release in waves. Each thrust of that tongue dragged along that sweet rough skin that made her legs tremble, and each withdrawal pulled at her inner walls in a way that had her gasping for breath through her nose.

Her fingers tightened in Iris's fur, pulling the Hisuian Typhlosion's head closer. Her hips moving on their own, rocking up to meet each thrust of that tongue, chasing the pleasure that was building inside her.

Iris seemed to sense her desperation. Her movements became faster, more insistent, each stroke, grinding along that sweet spot in a way that screamed experience. She had done this before, there was no way she hadn’t, there was no way an innocent pokemon could leave her so crumpled, so-so utterly desperate.

It was all too much. It wasn't enough. It was everything and nothing all at once in a beautiful crescendo that twisted inside of her like a spring ready to snap

The pressure was building at the base of her spine, coiling tighter and tighter with every thrust of Iris's tongue, every press of her paw, every dominant growling purr she made. Emily could feel herself teetering on the edge, balanced precariously between the most intense pleasure she'd ever experienced and an oversensitivity that threatened to burn and sting her flesh.

Ty chose that moment to press a very firm and heated lick from her shoulder up along her neck to her jaw, giving a soft little trill in her ear as he nuzzled into the side of her head.

Her entire body seized, her back arching so sharply that she nearly slipped from Ty's grasp. A blissful shrill ripped from her throat and into his paw, raw, loud and primal. Her inner walls clamped down on Iris's tongue, gripping and squeezing it with everything they had.

Iris didn't stop. Even as Emily's body convulsed around her, even as her thighs clamped against the Hisuian Typhlosion's head and her fingers dug into the fur of her head and pulled, Iris kept licking. Her tongue worked in broad, firm strokes, lapping up the flood of arousal that accompanied Emily's orgasm, her tongue curling against that oversensitive bundle of nerves that had her seeing white.

Slowly, gradually her licks came to a slow drag, intended to stretch on a pleasure that bordered on pain, more to groom and clean up a mess made rather than push her to another. Emily lay huffing deeply against Ty, her body completely slack, her back aching from being held in the pose for so long, and her brain completely engulfed in a blissful fog that left tremors rolling through her body at random.

Iris pulled back slowly, letting Emily’s legs down before she curled up against her with a happy trill. “Bakooo~”

Emily could only lay there, huffing hard, open mouth, red faced, it felt like she was drooling. “Fuck… fuck… h-holy… guuuuh~” Her brain was mush, her body hard to move. She had to lay there for a few minutes just to let the shaking stop and so she could see straight again. “I-I… told you… to be… you saucy bitch~” she groans, getting a happy snicker from Iris.

Ty helped her sit up enough to pull her pants back on, holding her as she caught her breath. Giving affectionate little nuzzles against her head and licks to her cheek. “Bakoo?”

“D-Don’t you even… you were… supposed to help… you scoundrel… doublecrosser… you’re getting… nothing but… but vegetables for a week… fucking hell~” Emily sighs, frantically scooping up her phone to check on the time.

She pushed herself to her feet on unsteady legs, swaying though managing as she stretched her back out some. “Ok… c-come on… gotta… get you cleaned up as much as we can in 20 minutes.

Getting Iris cleaned up wasn’t all that difficult, though getting Iris to let him go from the hug to get him back in his ball was the hard part. They hugged and gave little grooming licked over one another’s faces before she finally let him go long enough for Emily to recall him back into his ball.

Gardevoir was still standing outside the door when they finally emerged, looking back between the two of them with a look of relief only to pause, looking Emily over with a little smile. -Took you three long enough, run into any… unexpected issues?-

Emily regarded Gardevoir with a knowing look, pointing a finger at her before waggling it. “Alright… alright I see… so we’re getting payback yeah?” she asks, watching as the psychic type desperately tries to hide the grin that threatened to spread across her face. “I’ll remember that, we’ll talk about it back in the room.”

-Why whatever do you mean master? I’ve stood guard here just as you asked me too, it is my duty to follow your every command-

“Ok smart ass.” she gruffed as she slowly began to make her way back to the VIP enclosures. Once she had Iris safely back inside she let out a soft sigh. “Thank you… for uhh… you know, being so easy to work with, I hope everything turns out well for you, and hopefully we get to see… you again in the future, you’re a sweetheart… naughty but still a sweetheart.” Emily says giving Iris a few gentle pets along her head. “Good luck in your competitions tomorrow, I’ll be cheering for you.” she says only to grunt as Iris gave her a firm hug and licked over her face a few times, making Emily sputter. “Pfft Blaah! Always with the face licks with you guys! Go on and get some rest.” she chuckles.

Getting the door locked Emily rubbed her face. “I hurt all over… I’m gonna need another shower too… man.” she sighs looking down over herself.

When she got back to the guard shack Marcus was already packing up, looking very much relieved to see her. “Emily! There you are, I was worried for a second there you may have forgotten to bring the key back. Did everything go ok?”

“Yeah, just had a minor incident with some of the fur getting clogged in the drain, took me a little bit to get it tugged out and everything cleaned back up, You know how Ms Shelby can get if she has to clean up someone else's mess.” she says handing him the key back.

“It was clogged again? Damn it all, that drain has been more trouble the past few months than it’s worth, I swear there's like roots or something in there catching everything, it’s an old pipe and needs to be replaced.” he says as he rubs his neck, accepting the key from her. “Thanks for doing that, your right Ms Shelby would have had a fit.”

“Yeah, I don't want that… Did Ty do well for you?” she asks looking past him to Piko who was just lounging inside still watching the last bit of a sappy movie on TV.

“Hmm? Oh yeah, he was just hanging out with me watching the movie, nice to finally have some company in here for once, even if he’s a bit quiet.”

“Yeah that Ty, he’s a little shy around people sometimes. “Come on Ty, lets call it a night, get some sleep, have a big day tomorrow.” she says, watching Piko reluctantly press himself up from the couch, slowly hobbling over and past Marcus to slip out of the security office. “Thanks again for looking after him Marcus. I’m gonna go crash, after everything that’s happened today I’m completely whipped out, might see you tomorrow if I haven’t left yet by then.”

“We’ll see you around Emily, have a good night, hope you sleep well.” he says, offering her one last little wave and a smile, watching as she and Piko make their way back along the gravel path.

They made it about fifty feet from the security office where there weren't any cameras around before Piko's illusion flickered and faded, his borrowed Typhlosion form dissolving into wisps of purple energy dispersing in the air as he gave a long deep sigh.

Shaking himself out, his white and red mane swishing as he stretched out muscles that had been held in an unnatural position for the past hour. Then he turned to Emily, sniffing towards her with an expression that was equal parts amusement and smugness, a rough bark escaping his throat that needed no translation.

"Piko" Emily said, holding up a hand before he could say anything else. "I’m gonna need to get in the shower first before you even start giving me any of your sass, I know it was a little longer than I thought it was going to be, but things happened ok?"

Perking a brow he shuffled to walk closer to her, pressing his muzzle against her shoulder with a deep sniff. “Look I wasn’t in control for part of that back there I don’t even want to hear it!”

Grumbling he walked alongside her for a few moments before making a rude fingering a hole gesture as he poked his tongue out at her

"You're an asshole." Emily muttered, her cheeks flushed as she shook her head, fighting back a smirk as he continued the gesture. "An absolute giant fcuking asshole… Stop doing that! There’s still cameras around!"

Piko's grin was all teeth, sharp and knowing as he padded along beside her with a spring in his step, he was enjoying this far more than he should be.

They made it back to the small apartment slowly, the door closed behind them with a soft click that relaxed a tension in Emily that she hadn't even realized she'd been holding. The room was quiet, the only sounds were the distant hum of the refrigerator and the soft breathing of the pokemon already inside.

Gardevoir was waiting for them, seated cross-legged on the small couch with an air of patient expectation. She rose as Emily entered, her eyes scanning over her trainer's disheveled appearance with a knowing look. There you are, how did everything go with Marcus?

“Fine, didn’t even suspect a thing. Piko held up the entire time and you can give him a hot blow job later as a reward. Compliments of you sicking Iris on me in there!”

Gardevoir gasps, holding a hand against her chest, feigning surprise. Emily, how could you believe I would do such a thing to you?

“Funny, she knew all the spots I liked the most and played me like a god damn fiddle, you tell me how she knew about all that? Either she’s getting freaky with the maids at Lanchester's estate, or someone gave her a play by play of everything that you and I had a talk about the other day” Emily folded her arms as she slouched. “I Thought my cooch was gonna catch on fire, girls tongue was so damn hot!”

Unable to stifle a snicker, Gardevoir covered her hand over her mouth. Oh dear… I can understand how that would be troublesome given how sensitive you are right now.

“Yeah, yeah save it, you’re an asshole… Better yet Piko do that, fuck her in the corn hole this time, knot and all just… really get it in there” Emily spoke up as she tugged her shirt off, leaving Piko looking between the two of them with an amused yet tired look, choosing to back away from that and find his way back over to the armchair in the corner.

In any case, It sounds like our plan was a resounding success Gardevoir spoke up, practically purring with satisfaction. Iris seemed quite enthusiastic about the arrangement when I spoke with her earlier, and it appears that enthusiasm carried through to the... execution.

“Yeah can we not like… talk about it like that? In fact I would prefer to not discuss it at all," Emily muttered, blopping onto the bed face first into her pillow. "I just want to take a shower… another shower, and then go to sleep and pretend this whole night never happened."

Gardevoir's hand came to rest on her back, warm and comforting against her skin. You sound troubled… do you regret it?

Emily was quiet for a long moment, her face still buried in the pillow. When she finally spoke, her voice was muffled but audible. "No…" she admitted. "Not really no…"

Rolling over and onto her back she looked up at the ceiling with her arms played out beside her, Gardevoir's hand shifted to rest on her stomach casually.

"It was... good…" Emily mutters, her voice quiet. "Really good. Better than I expected, honestly. And not just the... physical stuff. It was... I-I don't know. It felt… right? Like this was something that was supposed to happen but…"

Gardevoir nodded, her expression understanding. Connection takes many forms. she said. The bond between trainer and pokemon is one of the strongest there is, but it's not the only one. What you experienced tonight was simply another expression of that connection.

"Yeah," Emily agreed, though her voice was thoughtful. "But it was also... complicated. I mean, we did all this just to get back at Mr. Lanchester, right? To fuck up his breeding programs and his pageant schedule and all that bullshit. And we succeeded, probably… Hopefully. But it didn't… I don’t know… it didn’t feel like revenge. It just felt like... like being close to someone. Like sharing something intimate with someone I care about… in a weird way."

Does it bother you?

Emily sighs, rolling the question around in her head. "No… No, it doesn't bother me. It just... makes me think. About what I want. About what kind of relationship I want to have with my pokemon. With all of them… how far I’m really willing to go to help."

Gardevoir's hand moved in slow circles over her stomach. And? What have you come up with so far?

Emily laughed, the sound tired yet honest. "I have no fuckin idea," she sighed. "I'm still figuring this all out. Maybe I don't need to have all the answers right now and just need to… feel it out or something, I don’t know."

That sounds like a rather healthy perspective actually. Humming she pats Emily’s stomach softly. Perhaps you’ve learned a lot more about yourself. Perhaps knowing there's still so much you’ve yet to learn about yourself is troubling

"Maybe…” She was quiet before she pressed herself up. “Either way, we got paid, I got to be a petty bitch, and now we hope we don’t wake up to cops banging on our door with an arrest warrant… I need to shower.”

Chuckling Gardevoir shook her head. Go have your shower, I’ll get the others out and we can all snuggle tonight just in case then.